Prayer never came easily for me. Most of the time, I either tried too hard or not at all. I would sit down wanting to hear God, but would get lost trying to ‘do prayer right’. I was thinking about what I should say, what I should feel, or how long I should stay quiet before I could say to myself...

Prayer never came easily for me. Most of the time, I either tried too hard or not at all. I would sit down wanting to hear God, but would get lost trying to ‘do prayer right’. I was thinking about what I should say, what I should feel, or how long I should stay quiet before I could say to myself...

Is Grandpa really in my bones?

How can we cultivate the deep relationships Jesus invites us toward in an age of isolation, transience, and superficiality?