Paul Falls on His Knees

I've never been a physical person in prayer. I sit in a chair, bow my head, speak carefully. But I noticed that whenever Paul got really serious about prayer - when he moved from teaching to actually interceding - his body moved. He's on his knees. This is desperation, not formality.

Last month my teenage daughter started pulling away, getting quiet in ways that scared me. I found myself on my knees in the garage - literal knees on concrete - praying in a way that was almost wordless. My body knew I was beyond polished requests. I needed God to intervene in her life in ways I couldn't control or manage.

She's still a teenager, still quiet some days. But something shifted in me. I stopped trying to pray the right way and started just showing up in my neediness. Paul knew something about how desperation and faith go together, how your body sometimes has to participate in the prayer before your mind catches up.