When they drove up...you could almost see the prayers. Almost touch them. As we porch sat, beach walked, WORD shared, talked, laughed (and blessed G.), cried, slept, ate, stretched, played, ate more, laughed more, colored, cut, pasted, ate more, laughed more, WORD shared more, sang, WORD shared more, you could touch the prayers...and I never knew this till now...
you can be prayed home...you can be prayed home...and thank goodness friends will pray you home...mothers will pray you home...sisters will pray you home...stangers will pray you home and here's the rub...home might not be where you thought it was or used to be or want it to be...but thank God...
You can be prayed home...just make sure you realize when you get there...and stay for a bit...stay for a bit..
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