I confess I often feel like a failure. I don’t pray for my neighbors or my community very often at all. I barely keep up with prayers for my own family and friends. When I think about my neighborhood, my community, I make assumptions based on what I see others doing. I know women who love to cook and enjoy the adventure of inviting friends and strangers into their homes for a meal. I’ve read blog posts and books with stories of shared community, of welcoming orphans and widows and refugees. And I feel guilty that I have not done the same.
I Can't Do it All
I Can't Do it All
I Can't Do it All
I confess I often feel like a failure. I don’t pray for my neighbors or my community very often at all. I barely keep up with prayers for my own family and friends. When I think about my neighborhood, my community, I make assumptions based on what I see others doing. I know women who love to cook and enjoy the adventure of inviting friends and strangers into their homes for a meal. I’ve read blog posts and books with stories of shared community, of welcoming orphans and widows and refugees. And I feel guilty that I have not done the same.