Perhaps one of the greatest hindrances in prayer is our insincerity. Too much forcing ourselves into our construct of prayer, our envisioned framework of emotion and humility, than actually praying. Perhaps we try too hard sometimes to “get in the mood”.
Real men don’t cry.
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I tell you, it is harder to grieve so deeply, mournfully, and respectfully, in tears, than to “suck it up” and just turn your mind away.
One hasn’t been in touch with reality until he has known both the depths of pain and the heights of hope.
I started to read Passion and Purity, by Elizabeth Elliot, today. A book Lloyd and I gave Debbie for her baptism over a year ago. Debs told me she had been reading it and told me how good a book it was, offering to lend it to me for the two weeks she’ll be away [...]
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