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Praying Upside Down: A Creative Prayer Experience to Transform Your Time with God
     

Praying Upside Down: A Creative Prayer Experience to Transform Your Time with God

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by Kelly O'Dell Stanley
 

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When you talk to God, do you ever wonder if He really hears? Do your prayers start to feel rote or routine? Do you sometimes feel you don’t even know how to pray? Jesus is known for turning situations upside down . . . and He can do the same in your prayer life.

Your perspective on prayer and faith may never be the same again when you read artist and designer

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When you talk to God, do you ever wonder if He really hears? Do your prayers start to feel rote or routine? Do you sometimes feel you don’t even know how to pray? Jesus is known for turning situations upside down . . . and He can do the same in your prayer life.

Your perspective on prayer and faith may never be the same again when you read artist and designer Kelly O’Dell Stanley’s delightfully accessible, innovative new book Praying Upside Down. Stanley uses imagery, simple techniques, and artwork to help you see God like never before and move your prayer life away from the preconceived and expected to a new level of intimacy. Praying Upside Down offers a fresh chance to learn something new, hear an answer you didn’t anticipate, and experience God in a more real, tangible way.

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ISBN-13:
9781414389837
Publisher:
Tyndale House Publishers
Publication date:
04/16/2015
Pages:
288
Sales rank:
375,393
Product dimensions:
5.50(w) x 8.20(h) x 0.90(d)

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Praying Upside Down

A Creative Prayer Experience to Transform Your Time with God


By Kelly O'Dell Stanley, Bonne Steffen

Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2015 Kelly O'Dell Stanley
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4143-8983-7



CHAPTER 1

MY FIRST UPSIDE-DOWN PRAYERS

Creativity comes from looking for the unexpected and stepping outside your own experience.

MASARU IBUKA


When my husband and I put our house on the market, we'd never heard the term upside down applied to real estate. To tell the truth, it wouldn't have changed a thing if we had.

We hadn't planned to move. The house we were living in was built in 1837 and was one of the oldest homes in our town. Perched on a prime corner, it was elegantly designed with twelve-foot ceilings and crown molding. Windows stretched nearly floor to ceiling with the original wavy glass. A curved walnut banister beautifully accentuated the staircase. Our family had grown in the nine years we'd been there, and the five of us, along with my home-based business, no longer fit well in the three-bedroom house. But the rooms were large, and we weren't unhappy there. Besides, we didn't have the time, money, or energy to undertake a move. We'd made a conscious decision to stay put indefinitely.

My sister, Kerry, her husband, Doug, and their kids, Reilly and Luke, lived around the corner from us in a historic brick house (also built in 1837). One day I walked into Kerry's kitchen and she said, "Hey! My neighbor just put her house on the market. Got a minute? I want you to see it."

"Sure. But we're not going to move."

"I know that," Kerry replied. "But I think you'll like this house. Just take a look."

Looking from the outside, I wasn't all that impressed by the pale mint-green siding. When the owner gave Kerry permission to take me through the house, I didn't think the house was all that pretty on the inside, either. June, a widow in her eighties, had been in the house for thirty years. When she and her husband had moved in, they put their own decorating touches on the house but didn't update again after that. Drab, quaint pastoral scenes covered the faded, golden wallpapers. Sculpted shag carpet, also gold, filled the living room. Everything else was painted mint green. They must have bought an industrial-sized tub of it, I thought as I imagined the colors I would choose to cover that prolific pastel. As a graphic designer, I couldn't look at a home without mentally redecorating.

In the dining room and bedrooms, you could see the hardwood floors. Yes! Busy patterns consumed the walls, yet if you stood back and squinted just so, you could see the classic (though somewhat crooked) lines of the doors and multipaned transom windows. Eleven- foot ceilings. Built-i n bookcases. Brick fireplace with a wooden mantel hiding behind an ugly striped couch.

With my love for old homes and my creative streak, I started to get excited. This house could be arty and eclectic and comfy and just right for our family. It was perfect.

That is, if we were going to move—which we weren't.

This decision was reinforced when we walked into the kitchen with its acoustic tile ceiling, homemade cabinets, yellow Formica countertops, and gray paneling. Not to mention the strange placement of the appliances (stove next to sink, conspicuously absent dishwasher). On to the bathroom: No amount of bubble bath could convince me to take a bath in there. Den: not bad if you like a faded golf trophy pattern adorning your curtains, dark fake wood paneling, and a dirty mottled brown shag carpet. The big front room with a separate entrance would make a great office, but the former efficiency apartment was painted the familiar mint green with indoor/outdoor teal carpet, a kitchenette that might have been cute under the grime, and a stall shower. Upstairs, the rooms weren't so bad—plain, a little drab, more shag carpet (orange, this time).

But by the end of that walk through, I'd forgotten that we didn't want to move. I was hooked. Although I saw the flaws and all the time and energy this house would need, I also saw promise. I could picture our family there. Maybe we could make it work.

So Kerry and I dragged Tim, my resident handyman, over for his opinion. He quickly pointed out the exposed wiring, crooked plaster walls, and leaky windows. Tim exhaled his signature sigh, knowing he would have a lot of work cut out for him, but he also saw the potential. The house was a bargain. And after sixteen years of marriage, he knew when I had my heart set on something.

Although the new address needed a complete overhaul, there were definitely some strong selling points, too. Like the fact that the home shared a driveway with my sister's house, and our kids could play together in the adjoining yards. Once the renovations were complete, we'd have a great place to call home—same square footage as our current one but with more rooms, a smaller mortgage, and really great neighbors.


Next Hurdle: My Parents

My parents always believed I was capable of practically anything, but they disapproved of how many of those things I tried to squeeze into my schedule. I didn't need more chaos, commitments, or excuses to spend (more) money. So when I called Mom and Dad to come look at the house with us, I flinched in anticipation of their response. My worries were needless; they loved it and jumped right into planning mode with us.

I wanted one more person to see it—my grandmother, Mah. At ninety, she was strong, outspoken, and slow to accept change. Yet she saw that this house would make "a good family home" and offered to loan us money to buy it. "I don't want you to carry two mortgages at once," she said. "Once you sell your current home, you can pay me back."

A few weeks later, Mah amended her offer; the money was a gift, not a loan. There was just one stipulation: "Don't you ever borrow money against this house." Agreed.

We were giddy. The proceeds from the sale of our old house would more than cover the remodeling costs. We felt grateful—and a little embarrassed about how spoiled we were—as everything fell into place. This has to be God, we thought, as one door after another flew open. God is so good to us. We knew the economy was slowing down, but we tithed. We went to church faithfully. In our heart of hearts, we smugly believed God would take care of this for us.

It didn't matter that big old houses tended to stay on the market for a long time, or that the house we were selling had sat empty for six months before we bought it. We'd loved it, and so would someone else. We were excited to see how God would accomplish this sale and couldn't wait to testify about the mighty ways God had moved in our lives.

We bought the house.


Out with the Old, In with the New

My husband and I spent that summer running over to the "complex," as my mom dubbed the section of the block occupied by her two daughters. I own my own graphic design business and work from a home office, so I interrupted my work several times a day to supervise the electricians, apply another coat of paint, sand kitchen cabinets, tear out carpet, and measure for curtains. Our bodies ached from the hard work and it felt like we didn't sleep for months, but at least we didn't have to live in the middle of this construction zone, surrounded by dusty sawhorses and piles of debris. At the end of each day, we crashed in our old house—a (relatively) quiet, clean place. With three kids, our living quarters were chaotic but livable.

As wonderful as the situation was, it wasn't completely ideal. We'd had the dubious pleasure of putting our house on the market right before the housing market dropped. Bottomed out is more like it. Six months into the project, we were struggling. We'd spent all the money we had and were going into serious debt, too far to be comfortable. But years of faithful prayer about many things had taught me that the answers I sought were sometimes a long time coming and often required quite a bit of work on my part. It was way too soon to give up hope.

In the eight years leading up to this point, I'd drawn closer to God until He had become everything to me. I went from feeling generous when I threw twenty dollars into the offering plate, to giving larger offerings, to tithing on my net income and before long, on every single thing that came in the door. I saw God provide for the needs of my husband, our kids, and my growing business. He taught me about the power of prayer. He revealed Himself in unexpected ways. I watched as my husband moved into new roles, becoming a Sunday school teacher, children's church leader, and worship singer. We were "all in," blessed beyond measure. It was just a matter of time before God would come through for us again.

So I acted in faith, anointing the old house. My friends joined me in prayer, fervently interceding on my behalf. We dabbed olive oil on doorposts and prayed that those who entered the house would feel the presence of God. We had already hired the best realtor in town, and I put my marketing skills to work. I created a sales flyer, complete with descriptive captions pointing out the best features. I even made witty yard signs to attract drive-by traffic. And yet in all those months, nothing happened. Nada.

One afternoon, I was cleaning the old house, preparing for a rare showing, only the second or third at that time. As I vacuumed the bedroom, doubts flooded my thoughts. Lord, please let us sell this house. Things are getting serious. Please. Tears trickled from the corners of my eyes. We were broke and had been charging things like we had the money to pay it all back. My largest client had recently filed bankruptcy, owing me more than $8,000 that I'd probably never see. Lord, what are we going to do if the house doesn't sell soon? We're in deep trouble.

Then a still, small voice—powerful yet quiet at the same time—said to me, "Pray for the woman who will buy this house."

It wasn't an audible voice, but it was one I recognized. The few times I'd experienced this sort of whisper, I knew I was hearing from God. The words were infused with layers of meaning that went beyond the individual words that were spoken. I turned off the vacuum and sat on the edge of my purple quilt, overwhelmed by the holiness of the moment. I soaked in the deafening stillness, newly aware that this predicament was, indeed, under His control.

So I prayed for the situations in this as-yet-unidentified woman's life to line up so that she'd be ready to buy. Move her. Set things in motion. Prepare her. Bless her. Touch her. Be with her. Guide her. Speak to her. I didn't know if I was praying about work (a new job or a transfer for the woman or her husband) or financial difficulties or getting pregnant or aging parents needing care or finishing a degree to get a job. All the while, though, I was thinking, Okay, this is cool—even if it is a little bit backwards. Take the focus off me, Lord.

That night I wrote in my journal, "Maybe I need to quit worrying about my house selling or my financial situation and pray for someone else. I can do that. She (whoever she is) needs the prayers.... If I have to wait, I have to wait."

Redirecting my prayers helped. I was tired of praying for myself. Tired of thinking about money. Tired of calculating and recalculating square footages and installation costs and how much we'd owe on credit cards once the house finally sold. Instead, I fell to my knees for the family that would someday fill this home with their furniture and clothes and line the historic stairway with family photos. Every time I prayed for them, though, I felt a correction, a little hitch: her, not them.

Okay, Lord, I'll pray for just her (but I kept sneaking in little blessings for her husband, because there was no way a single woman would tackle this big, high-maintenance old house on her own).

The showing the next day yielded a second one. The family who was looking at the house had narrowed it down to two finalists. I rejoiced—this must be it! But then Rusty, our realtor, called. Bad news. The family chose the other house. He was so sorry.

What is going on, Lord? I don't understand. I thought You were finally answering.

"Pray for her."

My panic eased momentarily, but I wanted my prayers answered too. Since I was self-employed and sometimes had to wait six to eight weeks between checks, I'd already mastered the art of juggling funds, moving money back and forth between my business and our personal checking as needed. But I wasn't able to make everything balance anymore. I was having to make choices—pay one bill or the other, but not both—and getting farther and farther behind.

Each month, when our mortgage was due, I quieted the anxiety in my gut. I wrote the check and mentally lifted it up to God. This is my offering, Lord. This is for her. I can hold on just a little longer to help someone else.

The rooms in the new place slowly came together as my family pitched in. Our son, Bobby, and his six-months-older cousin, Luke, sat on top of the cab of the pickup truck, examining the debris we piled into it. Dad yanked out the drop ceiling and warped wallboards of the kitchen while I steadied the ladder and ran after tools. We hung and painted crisp white wainscoting. My niece, Reilly, learned how to use a cordless screwdriver and helped attach the new hinges and handles to the cabinets that Dad and I rebuilt, sanded, and painted. In between tasks, we'd step inside Kerry and Doug's air-conditioned kitchen and gulp down some cold water. Finally our do-it-yourself projects were complete and the outside contractors came in to install new flooring, lighting, and countertops.

When I was alone, I prayed as I worked, filled with a peace I'd never felt before, a holiness in the hush of the empty house. God, You're here in this place. One weekend, after the carpet was installed, we carried our sleeping bags from the old house to the new one, plugged a movie into the DVD player connected to the television we'd already installed, and camped out on the living room floor. I remember giggles, microwave popcorn, and not caring that I was too old to sleep on the floor. Other than my back protesting, the night was perfect.

Eventually, the renovation was complete. Spiritually, I still had some distance to go. When my friend Vickie joined us in praying for the house to sell, she envisioned me dancing through the old house with a feather boa to celebrate the sale. So she brought me a boa, and our prayer group gathered in the vacated living room, begging God to intervene, filling the empty rooms with our pleas. I knew He would answer. But when? I kept trying to shove fear out of my thoughts and instead love the future buyer the way God must, since He was making the sale of my house revolve around what she needed. My heart felt simultaneously overlooked—why did this woman matter more than me?—and buoyant, because God had given me enough nudges that I believed He was working on the resolution.

I just couldn't figure out what was taking Him so long.


(Continues...)

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What People are Saying About This

Matt Appling
Praying Upside Down offers an invaluable antidote to the prayer life that has gone stale. We can forget the one-dimensional prayers we have been praying before bedtime all these years. Kelly O’Dell Stanley literally turns prayer on its head, transforming it into a fresh, vibrant act of creativity that refreshes the spirit. Take Kelly at her word, and you will never look at prayer the same way again.
Sarah Kovac
In Praying Upside Down, Kelly O’Dell Stanley offers us a fresh perspective on not only our prayers, but also the God who answers them. Art has a way of moving and stretching us. Of making us consider our experiences in a new light. Stanley utilizes her first-hand knowledge of the artistic process to shine new truth on what it means to commune with God and the full spectrum of ways we can see His answers manifest in our lives, if our eyes are open. Praying Upside Down will rejuvenate any prayer life, and I believe this work is truly a gift to the body of Christ.
Philip Gulley
It requires no spiritual sensitivity to see God at work in a miracle, but to see God work in the everyday circumstances of our lives is another matter. Praying Upside Down gives us eyes to see and ears to hear the Divine Presence in the ordinariness of life. A spiritual primer on practicing the presence of God.
Stasi Eldredge
I love to learn from people who are willing to let God pull back the curtain from their lives and reveal His startling perspective. Kelly O’Dell Stanley does that and invites us to see and pray through God’s right-side-up/upside-down view.
Emily P. Freeman
In her book, Praying Upside Down, Kelly O’Dell Stanley brings something entirely new for the soul to consider: What can the elements of art teach us about faith, prayer, and God? Through personal stories on family, grief, and vocation, Kelly doesn’t introduce a new kind of praying as much as a new kind of seeing, which is what my faith really needs. This is unlike any book on prayer I’ve ever read.
Jennifer Dukes Lee
This book is CPR for your prayer life. Kelly’s upside-down approach to prayer is—in all the best ways—right-side up, by pointing you straight to our sovereign God. This book will help you unleash the power of heaven in a fresh, joyful, invigorating new way.
Timothy R. Botts
This book is an invitation to pray so much more richly in so many new ways. Kelly O’Dell Stanley expands our horizons about conversing with God not with more instructions but through one experience after another. If you are an artist-type, you will quickly find that she speaks your language. Even if you do not consider yourself an artist, you will be opened up to the Master Artist’s point of view, which, in Kelly’s words, “is quite a view!”
Addie Zierman
As a person who has always struggled with prayer, I am so grateful for Kelly O’Dell Stanley’s fresh perspective, honest confessions, and grace-filled invitations. Prayer as a kind of art? What a beautiful concept.
Jenifer Jernigan
Prayer. It can seem so . . . burdensome, time-consuming, one-sided, and complicated with all those flowery, eloquent words that we think should be the launching pad in our conversations with God. So, we choose not to pray, going through our days mute to the One who desires to, not only hear from us, but also speak to us. But in her book Praying Upside Down Kelly O’Dell Stanley takes us by the hand and challenges and equips us to see prayer from a whole new perspective, erasing what we thought prayer to be and painting a beautiful picture of what it’s meant to be.
Dr. Alec Rowlands
Kelly does an amazing job in Praying Upside Down of drawing from her rich background in graphic design and art to offer the reader fresh perspectives on an intimate relationship with God . . . perspectives that will, I believe, make us want to pray. Each chapter is wrapped around personal stories from her own pilgrimage in prayer that demonstrate great vulnerability in asking the hard questions and will inspire confidence in the God who is always with us. Each chapter ends with very practical advice that will add vitality to and increase faith for our communion with God. I had to set the book down on several occasions and marvel at the wonder of a God who offers immediate access for us all, in every circumstance of life, and welcomes us into an intimate and dynamic relationship through Christ Jesus.
Elizabeth Berg
Like the books of Anne Lamott, so full of honest and soulful searching, Kelly Stanley’s Praying Upside Down takes as its launch pad the precepts of the Christian faith. But what is offered here can apply to anyone, regardless of their faith—or lack thereof. What this book does is offer ways to learn and practice a humble kind of self-inventory, leading to forgiveness and generosity toward others as well as toward oneself. I found Kelly’s spiritual journey compelling and her voice clear, engaging, and irresistible.

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Praying Upside Down: A Creative Prayer Experience to Transform Your Time with God 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
BeccaCarter More than 1 year ago
Must-have! I have to say it: This book is a must-read for all Christians, whether new, veteran or somewhere in the middle. Stanley has an effective manner in teaching how to achieve the goal of a prayer life that is truly alive. The lessons in her book are presented along with art terms and concepts, which I found interesting partly because I grew up with an artist-parent as well (though it was my mum rather than dad, as Stanley experienced). Even if you aren't familiar with art, however, you can learn valuable insights into developing a dynamic prayer life. Disclaimer: This ebook was provided by the publisher for review purposes, but all opinions are my own.
MareFlare More than 1 year ago
You don’t have to be an artist to understand the basic concepts of art. We’ve all learned them: perspective, proportion, process and more. Things that we learned and had forgotten because, well, there’s just no room for art in our lives. Reading Praying Upside Down brings those things to mind again: Oh, yeah, I remember learning that in 7th grade art class. Kelly O’Dell Stanley expertly weaves these things among well researched scripture and personal stories of how she saw God move in her life through diverse and persistent prayer. Just as we learned and forgot the foundations of art in its most simple form, the ideas that Kelly shares on prayer lead us back to the foundations of what we learned about praying...those things that we learned and forgot because we complicated it along the way: Just talk to God.  Kelly’s “Prayer Palette” at the end of each chapter offers practical, fun and innovative ways to pray, and allows the reader to choose from a variety of ideas. As I read Praying Upside Down, I felt as if Kelly was validating all the crazy ways I already pray (and doubted that I even had an active prayer life because it didn’t look “right.”). Just as there are different art forms, Praying Upside Down looks at different ways of communicating to God as methods of prayer.  This is one of the most interesting books on prayer I’ve read in a very long time, and certainly the most freeing. Kelly doesn’t preach a prescribed method of prayer; rather, she offers encouragement to the reader to find your own style. Kelly’s fresh perspective on prayer teaches us that one size doesn’t fit all. Sometimes you need to turn your prayer life upside down to find out what works best for you.  Anyone who is struggling with a stale prayer life, feeling like they're "not doing prayer right," or  is looking for a fresh perspective on prayer...this book is for you!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Art is how we communicate those things that are impossible to describe with words. The melding of art and prayer in this book is at once so seamless and natural, I wondered why I'd never before heard prayer taught in church as if it were an art. There are so many things I could say about this book. I guess the most important is that at the end, I did not feel preached to, I did not feel like I am following a formula to get what I want, and I did not feel frustrated by church clichés. What I feel is inspired to pray. Inspired to embrace that part of me that is only expressed in colors and shapes, and turn it into an offering. The beauty, the art, the humble approach. The questioning, the honesty, and the seeking--it all works together in this book to one simple goal: it reminds me of the greatness of God, and why my soul longs to just sit and talk to Him.
michelemorin More than 1 year ago
As an artist, Kelly O’Dell Stanley brings a fresh perspective to her every day living. As a Christian, part of her every day living includes prayer. Praying Upside Down is her road map toward a life in which prayer is not merely an afterthought or a rabbit’s foot. Following the paths of her high school insecurities, her college geek phase, her mother’s cancer, her father’s art career, her real-estate debacle, her denominational angst, and her struggles with temper and hypocrisy onto the main thoroughfare of God’s calling in all of it, Kelly is training her readers in the art of seeing. She draws on the advice of Betty Edwards (Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain, 1979) who taught her students to turn an image upside down for better results when copying it. It turns out that a change in perspective in one’s prayer life has the same revelatory effect, for prayer mirrors realistic art in that we represent truthfully to God what we see before our eyes, but it is also like modern, abstract art “because it can be, at times, subjective, representational, and expressive of emotion.” When we turn our prayers upside down, we may find ourselves praying for others more than for ourselves, focusing on God’s infinite perspective instead of our own limited horizons, or ignoring the pointillism of daily details with the knowledge that “God has no trouble connecting the dots.” The theologically persnickety among us (myself included) should read Praying Upside Down with generosity of spirit. Nowhere does Kelly say that there is more than one way of salvation. She does, most accurately, say that there is more than one way to pray, and that when joining with those of other faiths (or no faith at all, apparently) she has chosen not to be offended by focusing on their different perspectives. Apologetically, she is on to something, because when an atheist acts as if there is “someone” out there to pray to, her cognitive dissonance (set against the backdrop of a believer’s genuine faith) may well bring her nearer to the kingdom of God. The truth is that a vibrant and vigorous life of prayer will look different for everyone. Therefore, at the end of each chapter, Kelly offers suggestions in small doses for shaking up the mundane which she calls “Prayer Palettes.” Among her suggestions, my favorite was the connection of people and prayer requests with images from my surroundings or songs that remind me of the person. For example, whenever I see a Volkswagon, I pray for my high school music teacher because she drove one thirty-five years ago. Those of us who “can’t draw a straight line” should not despair — Kelly says straight lines are basically useless in the art world anyway. There is wisdom from creative pursuits that will enhance our enjoyment of God: •The importance of white space in painting corresponds to our need to leave room for God to work, to be God. •Reducing a subject to its basic shapes when drawing highlights the importance of understanding what lies beneath the surface when we pray. •The grid method of making an exact copy of an image silhouettes our heart’s need to break prayer requests down into manageable parts, and “to pray one square at a time.” Kelly opens her readers’ eyes to new possibilities in prayer, and even more critically, she has learned the necessity of just showing up. Don’t wait for the ideal moment; don’t wait to be inspired. Only one Person matters, and He’s always there, waiting for the conversation to begin. This book was provided by Tyndale in exchange for my honest review.
LRWheeler More than 1 year ago
Open, accessible, joyful. As a storyteller and an encourager, Kelly O'Dell Stanley excels. Her voice comes through in every chapter, quirks, self-admitted flaws and all. Funny, sad, hopeful, real.
StephanieAdams More than 1 year ago
 Kelly O’Dell Stanley shares her personal stories to show how God taught her to look at prayer through His vantage point rather than through her own desires. Using techniques and terminology Kelly learned as an artist, she shows us a new perspective to approaching prayer — asking God to allow us to see Him in action and letting go of our expectations of how we think He will answer our prayers. In one of my favorite examples in the book (page 90), Kelly shares how we often don’t leave any “white space” for God. We pray so specifically that we leave no room for God to move. We set ourselves up for disappointment if God doesn’t answer our detailed requests exactly how we asked. It leaves us with the question: will we even be able to see His answers if we aren’t open to the possibility He wants to answer our prayer in His own way? Though our situation may not change, if we can learn to step back and look at it from a different angle, we may be able to see God moving in ways we were not previously aware. “Too often, we miss seeing God because we think His answer will look different than it does.” -Kelly O’Dell Stanley Kelly not only wants to share her knowledge with us, but she also wants to help us implement these ideas by including “Prayer Palette” at the end of each chapter. “Prayer Palette” is practical ways you can begin to pray upside down and start looking for God in action. As you launch into a new way of praying, Kelly gives this advice: “Prepare to let go of your traditional compass that points left, right, or straight. Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned about inviting God to be part of my journey, it’s that “upside down” is a valid direction…And it’s one of God’s favorite directions to go.”
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book has helped me look at my prayer life with a new perspective. Thankful for an author that will open herself and share life experiences to help others. Loved it!!!
JRRoper More than 1 year ago
Whether you grew up a non-believer or in a strict religious household, this is the type of book that can completely change your prayer life (especially if you never had one or feel like it is a chore). I often stumble over the writing in this type of book, but I savored every word.  I completely connected with the prayer techniques that Stanley relates to art, especially symbolism. There is a reason so many authors and reviewers love this book. It is a must read! I loved it!