Have you ever been in the middle of something comfortable—something that felt productive, responsible, even disciplined—and sensed God quietly say, “Get up.”? Or maybe you finished what you thought was a full and successful day. You checked the boxes, completed the tasks, handled the responsibilities. And just as you began to settle in, you felt the gentle whisper: “Sit with me.” Moments like that can feel surprising. Not because we don’t love God, but because we often assume

I remember the first time someone said to me, “I prayed for you this morning.” Those words carried a weight I couldn’t quite explain. Prayer has always been something sacred to me, but I’ve been on a journey of truly understanding how and when to pray — for myself and for others .

“The same thing I see in you.” That was what the Lord whispered to me one Wednesday evening, in the middle of prayer. Earlier that day, I couldn’t shake the story of the woman at the well. It replayed in my mind on a loop—unusual, because while I was familiar with the story, I never considered it particularly relatable or teachable for me. I knew it, but I didn’t see myself in it. And then I did what we’re often hesitant to do. I asked God. “What did You see in her?” I assume