Years ago this verse haunted me: “Pray without ceasing.” How was that possible? I had four kids, a full-time job, and most of the household responsibilities. Pray continually? I barely eeked out an occasional “HELP!” Then I started walking for my health and praying through my mental lists: my kids, my husband, my job. There was a lot of my-ness in those prayers. Until I saw that Single Daddy’s Ballet. In the pre-dawn hours in front of the daycare center just blocks away from