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Prayer
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Prayers
I love to be prayed for. When my trip down the Mississippi was over and Uncle Bobby and Aunt Ka Ka were saying goodbye, Uncle Bobby asked to pray. We made a circle, held hands, and he prayed for my safety, ministry, and writing. He choked up and I peeked to see his tears.
My church prayed for me during my commissioning service. My Sunday School Class formed a circle around me and prayed for my journey.
When I was leaving the house for a second time, my husband walked out to the car and said, “let’s pray.” He touched me with one hand and Hapless (the camper van) with the other. He prayed for my safety, Hapless, and the people I would be meeting.
My friend John e-mailed an offer to pray for me every day. “Send me your prayer requests and I will pray specifically."
As I was hugging my mama and daddy goodbye, Mama said, “I will worry until you get back.”
“Don’t worry, pray,” I glibly said.
“I do that continually.”
When I called my Aunt Ka Ka, she had a prayer for me over the phone. What an honor to be surrounded and loved by Godly people.
Col 4:2-3
Devote yourselves to prayer, keeping alert in it with an attitude of thanksgiving; praying at the same time for us as well, that God will open up to us a door for the word, so that we may speak forth the mystery of Christ. NASU
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