You believe it. You pray for everyone else. And most mornings the phone gets to you first.
Hadar is forty days for a woman who wants to be nearer to God, to her own heart, to her people and to her calling. Each day is one passage of the King James Bible, prayed in your own words. One practice for the body. Two lines laid down at night. It takes three minutes in the morning, a practice at whatever hour you can give it, and two lines before bed.
A woman who wants
to be nearer.
She might be in church every Sunday, or she might not have been in years. She might have prayed for everyone in her house and never once for herself. What she needs is a place to begin and a shape that holds.
You pray when it is hard, and forget when it is not.
You want words with God that are your own.
You want the people in your house to have a steadier woman.
You would rather not walk it alone.
If one of these is true, it was built for you.
Every day has
three movements.
The passage changes every morning. The shape does not.
Pray the Word
Read the passage once. Then speak to God yourself, out loud or not, and be still for one minute.
The practice
One thing for the body: breath, silence, a walk, a slow reading, with a quiet sound under it if you want one.
Lay it down
Two lines before sleep, and the day is set down. Nobody reads them but you. On five nights, three plain questions ask how you are carrying it.
One passage a day.
The King James Bible, every verse checked against two editions before it was set. Forty days in four stretches of ten: God, the heart, the people, the calling.
The LORD hath appeared of old unto me, saying, Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee.
- oneOne thing
- twoDrawn
- threeThou God seest me
- fourNew every morning
- fiveInto the wilderness
- sixWith singing
- sevenBy thy name
- eightPoured out
- nineNight and day
- tenLiving water
- elevenWonderfully made
- twelveNot ashamed
- thirteenDaughter
- fourteenMade straight
- fifteenHer clothing
- sixteenShe loved much
- seventeenBeauty for ashes
- eighteenShe shall not be moved
- nineteenAs a weaned child
- twentyIt is finished
- twenty-oneWhither thou goest
- twenty-twoBuildeth her house
- twenty-threeAs his mother comforteth
- twenty-fourLois and Eunice
- twenty-fiveTwo are better than one
- twenty-sixBlessed be thy advice
- twenty-sevenNo fear in love
- twenty-eightSweep the house
- twenty-nineIn his arms
- thirtyThe law of kindness
- thirty-oneAn help meet
- thirty-twoFull of good works
- thirty-threeFor such a time
- thirty-fourUntil that I arose
- thirty-fiveStrengtheneth her arms
- thirty-sixA succourer of many
- thirty-sevenThe work of our hands
- thirty-eightMary
- thirty-nineShe hath done what she could
- fortyBlessed is she
Days in gold carry the words of Christ, which the app sets on a gold face of their own.
Borrow his.
Some mornings nothing comes. Every passage offers four ways in, and any of them is prayer when you mean it.
The body prays too.
Nine practices, each older than the phone it runs on. Take the day’s, or pick one. The screen goes gold while it runs. That is the design.
- BreathFour counts in, six out, a ring that breathes with you.
- SilenceNothing to produce. One line, then nothing.
- Walking prayerFor a woman who cannot sit still.
- The examenThe evening look back, in five moves.
- Slow readingOne passage, three times, until a word reaches for you.
- The morning watchBefore the phone. The first words of the day go to God.
- The closetA place with a door. Shut it.
- The tableOne meal, no screens. You speak last.
- The blessingSaid out loud, over your own, by name.
The sun comes up anyway.
Over the forty the sun rises with the calendar, whether you are watching or not. Each day you pray leaves a ray of light, and a night laid down lengthens it. A missed day leaves nothing and says nothing.
Under it, the way you have walked so far, by the names of the days. Tap one and the day opens again: its passage, and the two lines you laid down that night. On day forty the rays close all the way round the sun, and after it the days you missed are let fall for you, handfuls of purpose, as the reapers let fall for Ruth.
A threefold cord is not quickly broken.
Name a woman and Hadar goes to her in a text from your phone, into a thread you already have. The text is an invitation, not a copy of the app: she gets Hadar for herself, or you can give it to her from the App Store. Then she begins her own forty on the day she chooses.
Every seventh day you are given one question to ask her, by call or across a table, never in the app. You will not see how her forty is going unless she tells you.
She gets the app for herself.
What spoke to you, kept.
Keep any passage and it waits for you in the order of the Bible, beside every night you laid down. Find any of it by a word. After the tenth night, the look back lays your own lines out in order and asks what has changed in you.
Set a passage on one of the paintings, for your Lock Screen or to send to a friend. When the forty are done, the harvest becomes a keepsake with your name on it, and the Word keeps coming, a passage each morning.
Made to be put down.
No written prayers
The passage is read, then the app goes quiet and leaves the talking to you. What you say is between you and God.
No score
Nothing counts your days. There is no streak and no badge, and the only reminder is a morning bell, if you set one.
Nothing comes to us
There is no account, no server and no tracking. What you write stays on your phone, with a copy in your own iCloud so a new phone brings it back. You can turn that off.
It never asks where you were.
Not a church, not a counselor, and not a substitute for a real friend in a real room.
Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come.Proverbs 31:25
Hadar is the Hebrew word for honour in that line: splendor, majesty, the thing a person is clothed in. The Psalms use the same word for what God himself wears. It is worn, not earned. The five letters are also five women of the Bible. Hannah, who prayed. Abigail, who made peace. Deborah, who arose. Anna, who waited. Ruth, who stayed. Taken together, that is what the word means.
Hadar is the sister of Tekton, the forty for men, and was built in the fall of 2026 by the same photographer, for the women who asked where theirs was.
Daughter, thy faith hath made thee whole; go in peace, and be whole of thy plague.Mark 5:34the words of Christ
Day one is yours to choose.
Begin the forty in your browserAn iPhone app is coming. Until then the forty run here, on this page, and everything you write stays in this browser on this phone.
In testing now with a small group of women. If one of them sent you here, this is the place.