Some of my fondest memories are centered on hearing my mother pray after we children were in bed.  I would listen intently as she talked with God because I knew she would call my name. She would be asking the Lord to watch over me, to protect me from evil, and to draw me closer to Him. Once I heard my name, I could then go to sleep, content that all was well.

 

Growing up, we were taught to pray and to believe God for a miracle when we needed one. Every answered prayer was a miracle!

 

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