Prayer is not a personal strength of mine. It is embarrassing and difficult to admit that.
It is a skill that I have persued through study and practice throughout the last four years. I often find it overwhelming to pray. Isn't prayer one of the most vulnerable and raw positions that one can assume? It is for me.
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In faith, we have chosen together, as a family, to pray over situations and circumstances that lend us to anxiety...
Three weeks ago, we became aware that our family checkbook could not be found. We searched. Passively passed blame softly in each other's direction. Searched again... With no prize.
We prayed disingenuous words and hoped the blue treasure would reveal itself. As two weeks passed, it became more and more difficult to proceed without check writing ability. My husband gathered the kids to pray once more, with earnest, and made preparations to continue our finances.
Last night, as I lie in a half dream-discombobulated state, my Love entered the bedroom to announce his surprise... The lost checkbook had been found.
Money management continues. Balances corrected. A blessing of answered prayer.
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