I’m old enough to remember when my attention span hadn’t yet incurred the irreparable harm from holding a device in my hand. I remember sitting for hours in a local prayer room with just the Word, a commentary, and my journal and being able to sit — without interruption or the unsettledness of a lack of disruption — for long hours.
She sighs.
These days t…
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