It’s a strange thing to be inviting people into something that has been such a privately-powerful piece of my life. As I’ve explored this message of finding Him in the middle minutes, I’ve realized just how “radical” it can feel to our inner life to talk to God over changing laundry and sautéing onions and driving to the post office. To talk to Him, instead of scrolling or texting, opposes the very muscle memory so many of us have created. How often do we pick up our phones or run to an escape rather than stilling our minds?