i know i've touched on it before but prayer has been on my mind lately. conversing with my Father. and my sister recommended i read "Power of a Praying Wife." now, this is a book i have mocked a bit. if not spoken, inwardly i felt above such a typical Christian-book-store staple. i mean... it's pink and has a flower on the cover. not usually my cup of tea. wow was i wrong.
i've been shocked at how little i pray for my dearest man. i think of him, wish different things for him and us, but crying out to my Father on his behalf... not much.
i'm loving this new small habit of praying as i end my day- lifting up my partner and talking with my Dad. i hope it grows into more.
goodnight, dear friends.