There is something in the human soul that wakes before the mind does. Before the day has fully arrived, before a single event has unfolded to justify the feeling, the weight is already there—the low pull toward darkness, the rehearsal of worst cases, the cataloguing of burdens before the first cup of coffee has gone cold.

Most of us have been there—words leaving our mouths, the ceiling still firmly in the way. What if the problem isn't how much you pray, but what's actually happening when you do?