I placed my hands on her warm shoulders. I was kneeling behind her, my eyes closed, and I could feel the presence of the twenty other people surrounding us. Linked by touching hands or fingers set atop arms and soft summery cottons, we had gathered in faith to pray for healing over this young woman in front of me. Silence or quiet sniffles filled the spaces between each person’s prayer, words ... View Post
Faith to Pray (When You’re Not Sure Your Have It)
I gave birth to the most perfect, pink barrel-chested baby almost nine years ago. The doctor called me a rock star for lasting past 9 CM for my epidural. (Natural child birthers and other Wonder Womans, please give this win to me.) Four months later I dropped him off at daycare and kissed that precious face goodbye, walking into the drizzle of a gray April morning. The next time I saw my son he ... View Post