I wish you were sitting here with me. If you were, we’d talk. Really talk. I’d ask you how you’re really doing…
Sometimes it just hits me, in the middle of my exasperated efforts to get things done, that it will be all be undone. I devote 30 minutes to conquering the laundry pile, only to realize my toddler
Do you do all the talking when you pray, listing all your cares, concerns and requests, never waiting or expecting to hear his heart about what you have shared with him?
Why should we pray?