In The Waiting Room

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This is a prayer I wrote for my mom in my journal…

My mind often thinks in melody, stanza, verse. I don’t know why…it just processes that way. It sort of just comes …I think it is my most intimate communication with the Living God.

May these words encourage you to pray with pen on paper, allowing whatever comes to come.

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