My favorite time to talk to God is when I’m riding my gravel bike on one of the many dirt roads that define the 1-mile grids of the Thumb of Michigan.  There are no cars, no people, and no distractions.  Just pedal the bike, shift the gears to keep that perfect cadence while riding up and down the occasional gentle hill.  It’s my perfect time to look up across the farmland and discuss things with God.

My friend Nate says he prays best when alone in the wood shop, making something beautiful from a tree.  I’ve heard friends say they like to pray when they have to drive somewhere or while mowing the lawn.