A Record of God’s Presence in the Furnace
An offering from my journal because I process best when I document
When It Seems Too Much To Ask
What would prayer do? Those words dropped in my heart around midnight several weeks ago with such power that it woke me from a deep sleep. I slept lightly the rest of the night, drifting in and out of full consciousness, but always with that phrase presenting itself front and center in my thoughts. What would prayer do? I knew it was a riff of the line,