God's complaint box?
a short piece on prayer and how to not get what you want
Once, my daughter Harper, who was four at the time, sat at the dinner table looking pensive until I finally asked what she was thinking about. She said “Mom, sometimes I forget about Kangaroos.” To which I replied, “Honey, we all do. It would be exhausting to continually remember about kangaroos.” I’m pretty sure that…
