Learning to Pray Honest Prayers
I waited until everyone was inside before I let the tears come. For days I had been telling myself I was just tired. Just busy. Just overwhelmed. But sitting alone in the driver’s seat, I finally admitted what God already knew: my heart was hurting. I wept and wept. Sometimes I cry to myself, lamenting the pain. Often I’ll cry to my husband, pouring out my troubles or to my mom asking for advice. In the end, the Person I’m…

