I can't teach you how to pray--no one can--but I can tell you a story.

During the times I just focused on God's guidance and not my mistakes or inability, I made smooth forward progress

You do not have to fight with what distracts you; you just have to distract it with something so it doesn't bother distracting you.

How to pray when your brain won't stop talking

Satan hates you. Whether you believe in him or not, like him or hate him, or just try to not think about him, Satan hates you.

Seconds, weeks, years slide by. All that time you keep your eyes shut to the bleak, hopeless reality. All that time you keep your mind open to God. He tells you that it's okay you see no way forward and to not focus on that. He tells you that it's okay you see no way back and to not focus on that. God says, "Just be here with Me." It's hard to just "be here", to not do or know anything about what you thought would happen. It is very hard to know so surely that God brought you

You stand here at these mountains because God chose you to sit in the front row seat, right beside Him, to view His glorious power.

You were in hopelessness. You were in brokenness. God started to provide some glimmers of hope. You thought those sparkles would lead you somewhere amazing . . . but they led you somewhere different. They led you to dark mountains. You followed God's glimmers of hope to where the small lights faded in the towering shadows of impenetrable, unscalable mountains. Now you see no way forward, no hope ahead, and you know only death lies behind you. A small, fearful realization whis

When in your hopelessness you turn to God for hope, He provides. Everything may be shattered, but when you ask God for help, He starts picking up the pieces. If you weren't so hopeless and so desperate for any ounce of light, you probably wouldn't notice because God doesn't magically fix everything in one big blazing bang. Instead God lets a refraction bounce off one of the shards surrounding you. You notice it, hungry for light in your darkness, and stoop to pick it up. As y

I feel like giving up. And I'm one of those Exodus 2- 6 Moses types who when life gets intimidating, I run and hide in the farthest reaches and hope no one and those problems I'm running from can't find me. I get scared and run away but can't really run away because the problem is really in me. Thankfully, God is still the God He was to Moses in Exodus 3. God still finds me wherever I hide and tells me what I need to hear. God tells me that He already knew this problem would