MorningPrayer Thursday

My God,
    Prayer is a fickle companion; sometimes drifting into our thoughts like the scent of roses in a summer evening.  Sometimes blasting us with icy fingers of arctic wind.  Sometimes prayer holds us lovingly, offering comfort and hope and sometimes we cling to prayer on the finger-less cliff of the abyss.  But, even still prayer is always here, a reliable companion in our life. Thank you, God. AMEN

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