As For Me And My House …
Our home is a House of Prayer.
We start our mornings in prayer, and we end our days the same way. We pray around the dinner table, over the telephone and in the prayer chair by the living-room windows. We pray for scraped knees and hurt feelings and soft rain to make the crops grow. And we bow our heads and lift our voices whenever we hear the medical helicopter fly overhead.
But our home wasn’t always a House of Prayer. It took time to build …
I’m telling the rest of the story today ’round the tables at the Internet Cafe. Will you join me there today?
Photo: Praying through last fall’s harvest.
Heading over. That song poppped in my head when I read your title.
~ Wendy
Beautiful! Thank you, once again, Jen.
Love your wisdom! You are such an amazing mommy!
Couldn't ask for a better home than having a House of Prayer! Beautiful. Headed over to read the rest now… 🙂
What a beautiful article, Jennifer!
There are days I feel the guilt of only mustering the strength for "Lord, help me!" but you have offered up much encouragement today.
God bless!
left you a comment over there… 🙂
Thanks for sharing that place, I will be reading through there!
Amen, we should continually be lifting our voices in prayer.
I pray all day long from the moment I wake to the moment I go to sleep. I can't help but speak to Him. 😀
What a great blog! So glad to have found you. Many blessings, -Susan
That was so, sooo good, Jennifer. You're such an encouragement.
Hey Love the pic. Would you mind that i use it for our homechurch here in Denmark Love Eva Jeyasingham.:)
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Yes, Eva, that would be fine. 🙂