Sometimes...most times, when I pray for help, and relief, the Lord sends me my Mom. Adam had to go back to work today, and I was pretty worried how I would survive on my own with 2 really, really, sick fussy kids that just wanted to be held constantly.
My sweet Mom came to my rescue yet again, and has been a pure blessing. It is always good to have her here, and I really enjoy all the I learn from her.
Tonight, as I went to bed, I walked by the kids rooms to check on them, before I went down. When I walked by Reagan's room, I paused at the door to peak my head in, and I saw something I grew up seeing, something I have seen a thousand times, but something that touches me, and teaches me each time I see it, there at the foot of Reagan's bed, was my Mom, her head bowed in prayer.
I feel like I pray constantly, but I rarely give it the reverence it deserves, the reverence I was taught in my youth. On your knees, head bowed, simple, pure, thoughtful, and heart felt prayer. I also know, growing up listening to her pray, that along with the many people she prays for, that her prayers are full of gratitude, and thanks for the things she has been blessed with.
I was reminded of how much we receive from prayers, and how much more care I need to give them.
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