I pray every day—sort of. I’ll usually say good morning to God when I wake up. I’ll talk to him about what I’m not looking forward to for the day. Throughout the afternoon when I hear stories of what’s going on in people’s lives, whether good or bad, I’ll say a quick prayer. I’ll say a blessing before every meal and Megan and I pray every night before we go to sleep.

That’s what my prayer life looks like when life is on track and things are humming along like I think they should. I’m quickly learning that planting a church leads to quite a different lifestyle. Yesterday I was praying and begging God to show up with some of the details in the church plant. It was the kind of prayer where I fully recognize, on a heart level, that I’m totally dependent on God.

When do I really pray? When I’m at a place where I’ve surrendered control to God and need him to show up in major ways. This is the scariest and safest place to be.