Here—a thought and prayer about brokenness and our need for healing—and there—a thought about what color feels right to paint our future house. If we do not allow our minds to wander without rigidity while in the spirit of prayer and in the presence of God, how would we ever be inspired? How would we ever learn to perceive what is right if we forbid ourselves to consider all things in His presence? How can God be condensed, compacted, and constrained to formal prayer as opposed to meandering, protracted time spent in each other’s presence?
