Pray.
Pray like breathing depends on it.
Pray without ceasing and without performing.
Pray without embarrassment, without polish, without a five-point plan.
Pray without control, without cover stories, without pretending you’re fine.
Pray ugly. Pray honest. Pray desperate.
Pray with grit and wonder and holy audacity.
Pray when you’re confident. Pray when you’re wrecked.
Pray with faith that shakes. Pray with hope that refuses to die.
Pray knowing the Father bends low to hear you—
hears the sighs, the silence, the half-sentences, the groans you can’t dress up.
Pray knowing you are heard, held, comforted, fiercely loved.
And then—knowing you are loved like that, loved all the way down to your toes and back again —
go love the crap out of everyone else.
