FROG for Peace

Somewhere along the way, the belief began to form in my mind that knowing the right words, saying them at the right time, and arranging them in the right order somehow made the prayers holy, pleasing and acceptable to God.

To not only ask myself, “What is my truth?”, but to chisel away all my pat answers, shakes the foundations of my faith and instills in me a great fear of my proverbial house falling into the sea. What if the answers are different than what I’ve always been taught or believed?