In the darkest months of our daughter’s prodigal years, I was too exhausted and overwhelmed with emotion to pray. In my great weakness all I could say to God was, “Help. Please help.” In the years leading up to this moment I had fasted, prayed alone, and prayed with a group of other moms; I’d believed God for my daughter's safety and rescue.
When You Don't Feel Like Praying
When You Don't Feel Like Praying
When You Don't Feel Like Praying
In the darkest months of our daughter’s prodigal years, I was too exhausted and overwhelmed with emotion to pray. In my great weakness all I could say to God was, “Help. Please help.” In the years leading up to this moment I had fasted, prayed alone, and prayed with a group of other moms; I’d believed God for my daughter's safety and rescue.