Is the act of believing a form of prayer?
As I prayed for my kids one day, I found myself grabbing for prayers. Fix-it prayers.
You see, my middle son has aspirations to play college basketball, and fear started speaking to me, “How will coaches find him in our small town of mountains and sage brush?”
My boat started taking on water fast. The more I prayed, the more anxiety I felt. Worry was grabbing the oars and paddling hard.
So I lifted my oars out of the water and told God that I was more anxious now than before I started praying.
I sensed His wink and a reassuring, “I’ve got your boy.” My oar dipped toward the water’s surface, “You sure?” Read More…
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