When Plan A is gone, pray harder. We can still kick the crap out of Plan B.
When we’re afraid that we might drown, pray harder.
When I have been faking happy so long that smiling makes me queasy, I pray harder.
When my kids make me wonder if I’m even capable of being the type of mother that responds to their chaos with calm resilience, I pray harder.
When my marriage feels like it’s out of all the stuff that made me first enter it, I pray harder.
When I don’t know what I want, but also know this isn’t it, I pray harder.
I’m a firm believer that most of life’s victories are won by a woman who battled from her knees.
Plan A may be out of reach, but you can crush Plan B.
Today, let’s not just pray; let’s pray harder.