“When you get home tonight, you must tell your wife, ‘I met a man named Michael, and he called me a good man.'”
Posts Tagged With: Prayer
How else can we begin? What else can be said, especially after so many things already have been? So many words, some beautiful, some ugly.
Many people struggle with prayer. Some have trouble in finding the time or energy or quiet, others in finding the words or even knowing what to talk about at all.
My Dad LOVES coffee.
Growing up, I always saw him having a cup with his brothers or other guests. Just enough sugar, just enough milk, and just enough space left by the coffee for it to spill out of the mug when he stirred it. Coffee with breakfast, coffee with lunch, and coffee with supper. Even coffee at night when he couldn’t sleep. Hmm… I woke up again… better have some more coffee.
For Dad, coffee was a source of energy, a joyful treat, and a ceremony of friendship and affection.