On the days you can’t pray, let the promises you already know hold you up.

There are stretches where nothing comes. You sit down and your mind is either empty or too loud, the words that used to work feel like reciting a form, and it starts to look like the whole thing switched off. Faith does not have to be generated fresh each morning. What you already know can carry you through a season when you cannot produce anything.

On a dry day, do not try to manufacture feeling. Read something you have read before, or repeat a line you already trust, and let that be the whole practice. Keep the habit small enough to survive the stretch instead of dropping it.