Let me ask you something honestly: when you pray, who are you talking to? Not theologically — I’m sure you’d say God. But experientially, emotionally, in the quiet of your own heart — who do you picture on the other end?
For years, I prayed to a concept. A title. A theological idea I could affirm with my mind but couldn’t feel with my heart. My prayers were structured, reverent, and — if I’m being honest — a little hollow. I said the right things. I covered the right categories. Adoration, confession, thanksgiving, supplication. But something was missing.
