Cultivate the Discipline of Prayer
As the granddaughter of a Baptist pastor, I am no stranger to prayer. Countless times, I’ve listened to the petitions of old church mothers, nodded my head in agreement with the prayers of elders, and by the time I hit Kindergarten I had memorized a few prayers of my own.
These prayers, easy and memorable, were like praying with training wheels. They gave me the foundation I needed but would eventually prove insufficient to sustain me. It didn’t take long for me to realize I needed God… badly. So the training wheels came off and I began to learn what an honest conversation with God looked like. It was in this place of dependence on God that my prayer-life matured.
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