Monday, June 8, 2015


Sometimes, in my own fatigue, the cares of life, the pressures, the concerns, the burdens and the heavy things of this world all come together.  I feel bowed low, driven to a time of humble pleading.  In these times, the prayer I pray most often is simple, child-like even. 

Like the prayer prayed by the lepers in my daughters' Bible Story book, I cry out,

"Jesus, help us."

Prayed fervently,

"Jesus, help us!"

This prayer never goes unanswered.  Ever.