The faith of my youth was filled with fiery passions of church camp, mountaintop experiences on mission trips, and candlelit youth worship nights that left me weeping in an unrestrained fire for God. The faith of my adulthood looked more like a tiny candle flame than the wildfires in my youth. My adult faith was adding one brick at a time to my foundation in obedience. It was going to bible studies when my all I wanted was to go home and lounge in my pjs. It was actually reading the bible, even the parts that I didn’t understand. It was saying yes to a church invitation when a Netflix marathon was calling my name instead. In His faithfulness, God is filling the rooms of my home with wisdom…