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.