Every book, in its season

The book I hand to friends in hard seasons. It never rushes you.

For anyone who has quietly given up on a prayer routine. Start again here.

Twelve weeks of honest basics. No jargon, no pressure, no ladder to climb.

Read it slowly. It reads you back.

For the pastor of ninety people who wonders if it counts.

Clear-headed, not dramatic. Exactly the tone this subject needs.

Large type, generous margins, no clutter. Made to be written in.

I read the last forty pages standing up. Beautiful, never sentimental.