My prayer life has gone through many permutations since I became a mom. Â For a long while, all I was managing were quick prayer softballs lobbed at God at odd times: a little request while trundling down the freeway on my morning commute, say, or a brief expression of thanks while shaving my legs. Â That immediate, spontaneous prayer was nice because it worked God into the very fabric of my daily routine.
But ultimately, it wasn’t enough. Â I needed more. Â And I’ve found a way to get it.
You can read all about it in my latest column: Be still, and know that I am God.
