While most of us grit our teeth and slog through times of spiritual dryness hoping that nobody will notice, Renita Weems looks these times straight in the face. With passionate longing and searing honesty, she perseveres until she discovers a new language of God's presence. "Stalking epiphanies," Weems turns to journaling prayer to "grope, stammer, and sniff" her way to God. She finds that "every now and then, in between the muck and mire . . . an insight, a revelation, a wild and crazy grace, a glimpse of eternity inserts itself upon the pages of my journal that leaves me hushed. . . . Silence is not quickly mistaken for rejection anymore."