Hurricane Irma is battering Southern Florida as I type. I check in with my daughter every few hours to see how she is doing at her in-laws house in Ft. Lauderdale. It does a mama’s heart good to read her text. I’ve prayed for the storm to die. For the winds to calm and it’s strength to dissipate. But …
Your Prayers Matter
A few years ago I was disenchanted with prayer. I was angry and confused. Grief stricken. “Why do we pray if it doesn’t make a difference!” I yelled to the sky. The answer I found after months of anguish and wrestling was very simple. We are to pray because . . . We are told to. It’s that profound my …