Six years ago I was disenchanted with prayer. Discouraged. Confused. And angry. “Why do we pray?!!” I screamed into the heaven-lies. It was a time when God went silent in my life. His presence stealth. I would run outside into the sunset every evening because that was my only tangible promise of God’s presence and goodness. That knowing …
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