177 Silent Prayers & Cool Mornings: Finding the Path on the First Day
A Raw Journal Entry About Family, Faith, and the Patient Work of Trust
It’s 3:09 PM on the first day of the new year. The house is quiet. My prayer was brief today, and I don’t think I’ve “sinned” in a few days. A small victory, maybe. The fireworks kept me up late last night, and it’s been chilly.
My prayer today is simple, spoken here in the quiet place:
Dear Father, thank you for the solitude and the peace you’ve woven i…
