Some seasons, prayer doesn't flow. It stumbles. It goes quiet. It sits down in the middle of the floor and doesn't get back up.
When You Don't Have Words is a collection of seven liturgies for the woman who still believes (she just can't find the language right now). One for each day of the week. Written for grief, for exhaustion, for complicated joy, for the ordinary Tuesday when nothing feels sacred, and you're showing up anyway.
Come back to these as often as you need to. There's no finishing. There's only returning.
Delivered instantly as a printable PDF.
Some seasons, prayer doesn't flow. It stumbles. It goes quiet. It sits down in the middle of the floor and doesn't get back up.
When You Don't Have Words is a collection of seven liturgies for the woman who still believes (she just can't find the language right now). One for each day of the week. Written for grief, for exhaustion, for complicated joy, for the ordinary Tuesday when nothing feels sacred, and you're showing up anyway.
Come back to these as often as you need to. There's no finishing. There's only returning.
Delivered instantly as a printable PDF.
