I began to seize the opportunity to perform a spiritual work of Mercy through prayer. I began "Our Father who art in heaven.. . ." but I couldn't get any further, so I tried "Hail Mary, full of . . ." my brain froze again, and again.
Every effort at every prayer was bungled. Roused from sleep in the middle of the night, my brain refused to cooperate. I was stunned to think I couldn't finish prayers I was sure resided in my DNA. So much for holiness.
It was a noble thought to pray for those in the path of the storm, but alas, the spirit was willing but the flesh was half asleep. (the storm passed over us and into the next County) Thanks be to God.
6 comments:
Awe! Well, I feel certain that God heard love in your heart. I hope that there was a minimal amount of damage. Glad you were safe.
What a lovely (and entertaining!) story. You made me smile! I am glad you and dad are safe.
Your favorite daughter
Sounds like you didn't miss a thing and did the best you could with what you have. I rest confident that our heavenly Father knows your heart and that is what I believe is important.
Thank you Monica. I do believe that God does count our intentions. There was damage in the County but not much in our small town.
Thanks, Sue. I'm glad you liked my little story.
As you know, Dad and I have always lived in a God Bubble. I don't fear storms, but I don't take our safety for granted either
Thank you Terry. I agree. God does know our hearts.
Dad and I send our love to you, Debbie and the rest of your growing, growing family !!
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