Little miss walked into the kitchen and hiked herself up on her usual stool at the bar as I was fixing myself a grilled cheese lunch. “Hey!” “Well, hello little miss.” “I’ve been wanting to tell you something.” “And what’s that?” I continued to put the butter on each side of my bread pieces as she was talking. “A couple of weeks ago, on August ninth, I was upstairs in my room at my mom’s house.” “Yes.” “And I was looking at my laptop, all by myself.” At this point, I heard her become a bit nervous. I put my buttering knife down for a minute to look at her. I wasn't sure if a confession or an announcement was on the horizon. “Yes?” “Well, while I was sitting there, I heard God speak to me.” My demeanor changed to a cautious excitement. “You did?” “Yes.” “And then what happened?” “Well, it was like nothing I had ever felt before and I knew it was God. So I just said, ‘Y