The summer after my freshman year of college messed up my life. I had it all planned out. My first year of college had been amazing. I’d made a ton of new friends whom I loved spending time with and I had started dating a girl early in the year.
“Papa, can you tell me that story again about the big ships?” Maya is four years old, and she loves to hear stories. They can be about the gospel. They can be historical. They can be made up. They can be completely outrageous.
Recently I’ve had a hard time praying with words. It’s been one of those seasons when words just aren’t enough—they seem trite and uninspired, and they just don’t get at the heart of what I’m trying to say to the Lord.