There were seasons in my life where it was hard to pray. I struggled to put sentences together, or even worse, I didn't want to speak to God. Why would He want to listen to me, anyway? Then I became a mother. A colleague gave me a card on my last day before maternity leave. Inside she had written, "Praying for your children is the best thing you can do". But how could I pray for my children when I couldn't even utter words to God for myself?
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