Your prayer life doesn’t have to look like your grandma’s. It just has to be honest.

Copied practice almost always dies. Your grandmother’s version grew out of her life, her hours, her generation and her way of speaking, and lifting the form off her and bolting it onto you mostly produces guilt. Honesty is the part that transfers. What it looks like, how long, when, in what words, is yours to find out, and the version you can keep is better than the version that impresses.

Drop the inherited format this week and do it in your own vocabulary. Short, blunt, in the car, whatever is actually true.