We could hear my mother praying all day. She would walk through the house saying, "Lord Jesus help me on the mission". Was she going anywhere? Was anything out of the ordinary happening that particular day? No! She would just say it, maybe even out of habit.
As I age I find myself becoming her. Maybe not such a bad thing, but I would rather put the process off for another 10 or more years. This doesn't seem to be the case. As the days roll on I find myself saying the same prayer. Praying also that He hears my feeble plea like he did hers.
We lived next door to the church. We would go to prayer meeting and they would sing "Pass Me Not" and the deacons would pray. My daddy could pray a prayer. The words from the hymn fell on my mind today. But I called home for their prayers just in case.
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