Facedown

July has been a month of face on the ground praying. I don’t mean to sound woeful, nor do I want to imply that prostrate praying is super spiritual or noble or better. It’s not very pretty. It involves cramped knees (for the over 40) and more than a little snot because face down praying…

Con…tentment? Con…Queso?

The words Prayer Journal used to intimidate me. One more thing to do, one more discipline to incorporate into my already full life. A supposed to. But over the years, I’ve settled on a freeing truth: keeping a journal is for me. And God. And that’s it. No one else will read it. No one…