Studying Richard Foster’s Prayer with my church, I was unexpectedly haunted by the chapter on Praying with Tears.  I was a frequent crier as a child. There is a legend in my upbringing of me throwing a temper tantrum in the grocery store.  My dad took me to the car, while Mom and brother continued shopping.  M. was an angel.  It was pouring rain (I’m … Continue reading On Praying and Tears