I was laying awake thinking last night. And my thoughts turned to prayer. I prayed for whatever and whoever came to mind.
Like a ton bricks, jolting my weary, fuzzy brain, this thought pierced through me.
"When was the last time I prayed for my husband?"
Whoa.
That's my job.
Blossom character issues, their salvation and familial general provision... it's all a bit more pressing than a faithful, even keel, Godly man like mine.
I didn't over analyze or feel condemned; I took it for what I think the Holy Spirit meant it to be - a reminder to uphold the Rugged, Mountain Man in prayer. Regularly.
