the other book... the one about prayer
I wasn’t going to say anything about this yet. It felt a little soon, after just telling you about the other book. But I keep opening a folder on my computer and looking at it, the way you look at a letter you wrote and never sent. It’s a book about prayer. About how to pray, when you don’t quite know how. I’ve been holding it in my drafts for a long year. I started writing it because of something I kept hearing... not just once, but for years. In our women’s study group, and in other rooms too. A quiet kind of confession, usually after everyone else had gone, or when we were stacking the chairs. I don’t know how to pray. Or, I do pray, but I never feel like I’m doing it right. I heard it even when I went to Australia for a conference back in 2014. Different country, same soft voice. Women who loved the Lord and still felt behind in the one thing they thought they should already know. I came home and started writing. Not a lecture. Just what I wished someone had sat down and to...
