What do you do when the prayer you've been crying into the darkness is the wrong one? On a hot August night in 1976, Lulu Wilson is born into the waiting arms of four generations of women who will teach her that some foundations run deeper than pain. Her great-great-grandmother Lola becomes her true north star-a woman of unwavering faith who plants roots deep enough to hold through any storm. "You got roots, baby girl," Lola whispers on her deathbed when Lulu is just ten. "Deep roots. When the storms come, those roots will hold you even when you think you're breaking." Lulu doesn't know yet how desperately she'll need to remember those words. At nineteen, she's a high school dropout and single mother living with her grandparents, working double shifts at a diner, and wondering if she's already used up all her chances. When Beau walks into that diner with his charming smile and promises of forever, she believes she's found her second chance at happiness. She's wrong. For sixteen years, Lulu survives behind closed doors what looks perfect from the outside. Emotional abuse that strips away her sense of self. Financial control that keeps her trapped. A man who weaponizes faith to keep her small, silent, and stuck. And every night, crumpled on a bathroom floor at 2 a.m., she prays the same desperate prayer: "God, please change him. Fix him. Make him the man I need him to be." God never answers that prayer. Because it's the wrong one. It takes a lifetime-and hitting rock bottom in ways she never imagined-for Lulu to understand that God won't change another person against their will. That the most faithful thing she can do isn't to keep praying for her husband to become someone else. It's to ask God to change her. To give her the strength, courage, and faith to save herself and her children. When Lulu finally prays the right prayer, everything changes. THE WRONG PRAYER: Prayers from the Bathroom Floor is the story of one woman's journey from survival to redemption, from a bathroom floor in desperation to Dr. Lulu McCallister standing on a porch she earned. It's about breaking generational cycles of abuse and trauma. About finding faith that liberates instead of traps. About discovering that sometimes love means letting go, that rest is holy, and that roots planted deep enough will hold you through seasons that feel like they'll break you. From the humid streets of East Savannah to the peaceful shores of Tybee Island, from teenage mother to doctoral graduate, from victim to survivor to thriver, this is a story of resilience, redemption, and the transformative power of praying the right prayer. For every woman who's ever felt stuck, broken, or lost. For anyone who's prayed desperate prayers into the darkness. For daughters and mothers and grandmothers learning to break cycles and plant new roots. The weeping may endure for a night, but joy-real, earned, hard-won joy-comes in the morning. The roots will hold.