Here…a thought and prayer about our brokenness and need for healing. There…a thought about what color feels right on the future house we want to build. If we do not allow our minds to wander without rigidity while in the spirit of prayer and in the presence of God, how else would we ever be inspired? How would we ever learn to feel what is right if we do not allow ourselves to consider all things in His presence? How can God be condensed, compacted, contained in formal prayer as opposed to meandering, protracted time spent in each other’s presence?