Jul 22, 2019
4 min read
When God Followed Me Into the Restroom
An ode to praying like no one’s watching
[Warning: This post contains imagery that you may not want in your head while you’re eating.]
On Sunday, we went to brunch after church at one of my favorite breakfast establishments in the city (I say ‘one of’ because it’s impossible to pick ‘a’ favorite here in Chicago).
