Renae Bowman

I’m finding myself praying constantly right now. No matter where. No matter when. No matter the company I’m keeping. I’m beyond the point of waiting for a church service or a group collective to offer up heaven-bound words. The cacophony of prayers, silently looping as the minutes of the day tick on, fill in the space between others. There are some big things hitting my heart right now. Big stuff that can’t be solved by this little world. Big stuff, that needs a big God, with

My goodness, we’ve had a run on things, haven’t we? The past couple years with all the stuff. Now the looks of yet another distant war. Economy and goods taking a hit—we have had our recent share! I don’t know if you’re like me, but I sit and catch the headlines, and feel my anxiety rise and my heart break. It seems all too much. And that’s just the global influence. Bring it in close, and the personal hits even harder. Friends and family with inconceivable diagnoses, clo