I had a mission companion who really struggled to remember her morning prayers.
I seriously could NOT understand this.
You wake up, roll out of bed, and there you are on your knees.
How can this not be ingrained in everyone?
It's just SO easy!
Then I had children.
Suddenly the waking up process changed from gently rolling out of bed.
It turned into jumping into action to meet the cries of a child.
Nine years later, I still find myself struggling to find consistency in my morning prayers.
This morning flowed smoothly.
The boys got up easily and Ammon got ready quickly.
(Neither of those are things that can be taken for granted around here.)
Ammon wanted to eat breakfast at school so we tried that out today.
I loved going to school early.
We missed all the crazy rush of dropping kids off.
Then we got home and Peter was ready for breakfast.
Sadly, that is where my first prayer of the day came in.
I don't recall all the things I prayed for.
I have many things I am grateful for.
I also have many things I could use help from heaven with.
But I do remember that I prayed for Ammon to be safe.
I prayed for him to be protected.
And as I said those words which were ordinary but also felt prompted,
I could almost see a shield of protection coming from home
And extending over him at school.
It was like we were all being placed in a bubble of safety.
I've never experienced anything quite like that before.
I expect today to be quite ordinary.
But I have to wonder if some harm would have come his way
had that prayer not been said.
I'll likely never know.
I am grateful for the power of prayer.
I truly felt it today.

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