There is a kind of quiet nobody warns you about. You still sit down to pray and nothing comes. You have not walked away, which is almost the worst part.
This is a short book for that season. Twenty-seven pages, eight chapters, no thirty-day plan and no promise that the feeling comes back on schedule. Just what the Psalms, the desert, and fifty years of Mother Teresa's letters have to say about the silence. Read it in one sitting tonight.