That well-used phrase that ‘you can’t teach an old dog new tricks’ is simply nonsense. I learned a couple new things today. What surprises me is that some of the things I’m learning are old things that I didn’t understand.

Take my paternal grandfather. I never asked why he was never with the family (his family) for thanksgiving dinner. We always went over the river, across a bridge, and through the woods to get to grandmother’s house.  This grandma was tall (everyone in my dad’s family are tall), and classy. That’s why I was so surprised one year to discover she was serving ‘rotten’ olives for thanksgiving dinner. I told my mom, and she explained that they were not rotten, they were black olives and I’d like them. I do.

I eventually learned that my grandma and grandpa did not live together anymore. They had six children, four girls and two boys. Four of the six had nothing to do with their father anymore, only my dad and one sister ever saw him.

I don’t even know where he lived but I knew he was a house painter. This is what I just learned today. The story that a lot of painters are alcoholics, is true. Some painters wear protective masks because if they don’t, the lacquer ‘goes straight to the painter’s brain’. When they come off the high, it causes raging headaches, and they get drunk getting rid of the headache. I did not know that until today and I’m 77 years old. Slow learner, huh?

So all this information came to light because I was remembering a time, years ago, when my grandfather lived with us. We lived in a tiny house, and I have no idea where he slept, unless he slept in the basement.  Bare cement walls and floor, but a fine place to play. I felt sorry for my grandpa, because at mealtime, when we had a meal, the only thing he could eat was bread soaked in milk.

I was only about nine or ten, and the day I remember was sunny and hot. A perfect time for me to set up a lemonade stand in front of our house. Grandpa often sat in the back yard in a lawn chair, soaking up the sun.  So I asked Grandpa if he wanted to buy a glass of lemonade. He did and I was so happy.

One day grandpa got sick and had to go to the hospital in Minneapolis. Our family went to visit him in the hospital, that’s when I learned he had stomach cancer and was in a cancer hospital. He gave me a cute bunny rabbit made out of a facecloth, that he got on his dinner tray at Easter. A few months later, I was sad when Grandpa died and I couldn’t go to his funeral. I loved him and I know he loved me.

Why do all these memories  mean so much to me right now? Why Grandma and Grandpa didn’t live together. Because now, I understand how a person can show love.

I started thinking about that time Grandpa lived with us. I finally realized that my father grew up with an alcoholic father, in a broken home.  My father saw his parents marriage fall apart, in fact, the whole family fell apart. We went to see Grandma once or twice a year but certain people and certain topics were never mentioned.

Then, my father brought Grandpa into our house, looked after him, treated him with compassion and respect. I can’t help but think that was truly an act of love. I loved my grandpa and I know he loved me. He bought a glass of lemonade from me. I was so happy.

Don’t we have strange ideas about what love really is, and how to show love? I believe it means forgiving things from the past and being kind. I think it is even pouring your lemonade on the grass and letting  your granddaughter think it tasted great. Just remembering that time I recognize the great love my father showed to his father. I recognize now, the great love Grandpa showed me.

Oh, what great love the ‘Father’ has lavished on us

that we should be called the sons of God.


Quintessential is the only ‘Q’ word I could find for God, for my spiritual alphabet. But it is a perfect fit. Quintessence, according to the Gage Canadian Dictionary, means the essence of a thing in it’s purest form. Quintessential: of the purest or most perfect kind. There is no word that better describes God.

I have a prayer journal with names of God for every letter of the alphabet. Along with those names, I am writing TRUE stories (as opposed to my fiction writing) of God at work in and through me. So far nothing had fit into the ‘quintessential’ category until today.

I have been praying for years for LGBT friends and family. It started back when a friend of my kids, right out of Bible school, declared he was gay. It was a traumatic time in our lives. New ground for us. But, wait, I can go back even further, when a girl in Bible school met this perfect guy, married him, had kids, and then was told he was gay, and wanted out of the marriage. He left a carnage of broken lives behind.

I have dialogued with LGBT friends and been told that they don’t feel my love. My response, lots of people do not feel loved by God either, but it does not change His love, God’s quintessential love for them.

The son of a former pastor joined the LGBT ideology, then two cousins, one on each side of my family, friends shared with me about members of their own families who had chosen that route. And yes, I say chosen, it is NOT genetic! That is a lie of the enemy.

More and more people were being brought into my life who needed to be covered in prayer. But as usual, the enemy came along to discourage me. What’s the use in talking to them? They always have an answer, albeit, not a God-given quintessential answer. What’s the use in praying?

Then our church hosted a ‘hearing God’ seminar. All my Christian life I had heard God speak to me, through His Word, sometimes in a still small voice, sometimes a nudge in my heart or conscience. This came at just the time when I acknowledged to God that I was discouraged with praying for my LGBT friends and family. I needed help. God spoke to me again. From James 1:6 – If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask God, who gives generously to all without reproach, and it will be given him. 6: But let him ask in faith, with no doubting, for the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea that is driven and tossed by the wind.

That was what I needed to hear. My prayers could not depend on the response or lack of, but depended only on faith in my quintessential God. The only pure and perfect one. At our seminar, we prayed in small groups and I shared my story about how the Lord had answered me. With tears, two others in my group shared that they had family members in the LGBT category. I said I would pray for them too. I am talking specifically about people who were once set free in Christ but have now returned to the spiritual bondage of the world.

When I got home, the Lord gave me a firm nudge in the ribs and I dug out all the information I had filed away from my Spiritual Warfare Training sessions. One statement I read somewhere said, ‘Homosexuality is led by a spirit.’ Wow! Yes! This is spiritual warfare. Then I read the next verse in James 1. Verse 7: For that person must not suppose that he will receive anything from the Lord, and verse 8: he is a double-minded man, unstable in all his ways.

NOT ANYMORE, LORD. This is spiritual Warfare and you have already trained me for battle. I am praying with faith in my quintessential God. For those who don’t buy into that, I have only one thing to say. There is NOTHING MORE PURE AND PERFECT THAN PURE AND PERFECT!

Be sure you have on the whole armour of God before you enter the battle. I will pray for your LGBT friends and family too. My prayer ministry, KAHOOTZ/W/U is private and confidential. But better yet, let’s join together in this spiritual battle.  If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask God, who gives generously to all without reproach, and it will be given him





I grew up in the Red River Valley of North Dakota. Most of my home town, Park River, was at the bottom of a hill and historically, that hill was the west edge of Lake Agassi, a glacial lake from the a past ice age.

Various things like that, from the past, keep coming to mind and it has all finally made sense. Through ages past and, yes, even now, humans have been chasing after God.

Consider a time when everyone thought the world was flat. It was an accepted theory and has been followed by many more theories. Someone back then obviously tested out the theory and didn’t fall off the edge of the earth. I am thankful that people like Christopher Columbus struck out to find another world, chasing after the truth about God’s creation, believing there must be more.

Even gravity was a mystery until Newton started asking questions. The human body was a mystery until people like da Vinci and thousands before him wanted answers.

Then jump ahead to the exploration of outer space. Someone was challenged to know more. What amazes me is that no matter how far they go, there is always more to discover. They are, whether they realize it or not, chasing after the truth about God’s creation and God is always one step ahead. For reasons only scientists understand, they refuse to admit that God created more than they will ever see or understand.

Communication has skyrocketed in the past century. Human intelligence has tapped into the air waves, thanks to people like Franklin and Morse, but God made the air waves in the first place. What a remarkable creation, those airwaves. The internet, cell phones, radio, TV, Wifi, are all man-made technologies but they make use of those invisible airwaves and no human scientist can claim credit for creating them.

Great exploration of the oceans and creatures living under the water is taking place and every once in a while a new (to us) living being is discovered. I doubt if mankind will ever admit they are chasing after God.  Of course not, because then they would have to admit there is an intelligence greater than theirs. And so, without realizing it,  they continue to chase after God.


I was recently reminded of Hurricane Hugo which slammed into Puerto Rico in 1989, twenty-five years ago. Bill Mellafont, a firefighter from Lethbridge, Alberta, felt a personal link to this event because his friends, Craig and Noreen Fawcett, had once worked there at the Evangelical School for the Deaf. Hurricane Hugo destroyed the school’s dorm.

A plea went out for volunteers to join work parties and Bill knew at once that this was something he wanted to do and his experience in construction would be an asset. He contacted ‘World Mission for the Deaf” and arranged to take part in one of their work parties. His expertise was actually with concrete, but he was going even if there was no concrete work for him to do. He scheduled his holidays for the end of January,1990, and booked his flight for a two-and-a-half week stay.

“I misunderstood how they wanted me to book my trip,” Bill acknowledged later. The groups were limited in size due to accommodations, so not only was Bill an extra person, the time he booked overlapped with two work parties. He began to doubt his decision to go but God increased his faith.

He decided to go ahead with his plans which included a quick visit en route with relatives in Ontario. That’s where he was when he received news that his wife had just had emergency gall bladder surgery. Bill was tempted to go home. Why had this happened now? Was his faith being tempted?

He knew by experience that sometimes a crisis could be turned into praise. Years earlier the Mellafont’s lost their ten-day-old daughter. As a result of that tragedy his wife was drawn into a cult. At the same time, members of the Christian Fellowship of Firefighters began ministering to Bill and he realized they needed help. As a family they began attending an evangelical church and within a short time, he and his wife both committed their lives to the Lord. A crisis turned to praise.

Now, faced with this decision, his mother and mother-in-law encouraged him to carry on. They would look after his wife and children.

When Bill landed in Puerto Rico he was met by Jerry Martin, one of the dorm parents from the school. Jerry told Bill how the Lord had provided exactly the tradesmen they needed except for the next two weeks. “You wouldn’t happen to know how to do concrete work, would you?” They were at the roof stage and this time the roof would be reinforced concrete.

The first group Bill worked with finished their time. They had hoped to finish the roof but had to leave it for the next crew. Bill said good-bye to that crew and welcomed the next group. This group also, did not have a concrete finisher. Several days later, under a beautiful Puerto Rico moon, Bill put the final trowel to the roof and flew home the next morning.

If that wasn’t enough miracle for you, there is more. The dorm that was destroyed by the hurricane was almost uninhabitable. The roof and walls were infested with termites and filled with years of bat dung. The mission had been planning to replace it, but only had $4,000 in trust for it.

Following Hurricane Hugo, pledges totaling $70,000 came flooding in and ninety-seven volunteers signed up for work parties. Building permits were miraculously available. A School for the Deaf in Puerto Rico saw an infested building turned into a tribute to God’s faithfulness by a hurricane. Bill Mellafont was the concrete finisher God sent to finish the job.


I knew next to nothing about flesh-eating disease (necrotizing fasciitis) before I moved to Moose Jaw but I learned a lot about it in short order. One of the men in the church I attend shared a moving account about his affliction with and healing from the horrible disease.

While I listened to his story, the Lord spoke to me. “The flesh-eating disease in this church has been healed.” Wow! What did that mean? Was the Lord talking about the man who was speaking? Or was He talking about something entirely different – Spiritual flesh-eating disease? I had never heard of that but one thing I did know, when the Lord speaks to me, I need to pass it on to a Godly person. So I told the pastor what the Lord told me.

That experience sent me to the Word of God to see if there was anything that supported the idea of spiritual flesh-eating disease. First clue: The entire twelfth chapter of I Corinthians talks about the church being the body of Christ, with many members and various abilities and gifts. Verse 27 tells us “All of you together are Christ’s body and each of you is a part of it.” The Word is full of wonderful verses telling us how to live right, like I John 3:18: Dear children, let’s not merely say that we love each other; let us show the truth by our actions.” II Corinthians 5:15 tells us: “He (Christ) died for everyone so that those who receive his new life will no longer live for themselves. Instead, they will live for Christ, who died and was raised for them.”

Second clue: I found verses that warn us about what can happen if we don’t follow the Word. James 3:10 states: “And so blessing and cursing come pouring out of the same mouth. Surely my brothers and sisters, this is not right.” James goes on to question in James 4:1 “What is causing the quarrels and fights among you? Don’t they come from the evil desires at war within you? You want what you don’t have so you scheme and kill to get it.”  Finally I came across the last clue: Galatians 5:15:But if you are always biting and devouring one another, watch out! Beware of destroying one another.” Isn’t that a description of spiritual flesh-eating disease?

I have seen churches lose their influence because of internal fighting and arguments. I have seen churches give up and close their doors because of disunity.

What are the symptoms of this disease and how can we cure it? The first symptom is selfishness and selfishness is sin. If I put myself and what I want on the throne of my heart, then Christ is no longer Lord of my life. One evidence of selfishness is criticism. Criticism is saying, ‘I want things done the way I like it.’ Isn’t every word of criticism against the church and God’s people, actually a criticism against God? How do we heal it? We must cultivate an attitude of gratitude in the whole body. Not so easy to do but with love and prayer it is possible.

How about that miracle I promised in every prayer blog? It was in the second paragraph of this blog. The flesh-eating disease in this church has been healed. The evidence? Love permeates our congregation. Unity is front and center in our church staff and church board. Our annual business meetings are pretty close to a love fest.

The definition of a love fest as stated in the Urban dictionary is: When two or more people indulge in expressing their love for each other in such way that it never ends. It is the ultimate expression of deep, true love and respect for each other, usually manifested by an outburst of love expressions that make all involved feel warm, acknowledged and cared for. That’s us!


Our congregation was moved to tears when Pastor Dave Wicks talked about watching the video of the burning alive of a prisoner by ISIS. What was powerful, he noted, was when the camera panned over the faces of young ISIS followers who were standing at attention watching. There was horror in their eyes, some looked stunned, I’m sure many of them, at that moment, were wondering what they had gotten themselves into.

Out of that story, many people have begun to pray specifically for the terrorists. My prayer is that some of them will remember times of love from their past and will weigh them against the hatred being shown by the group they have joined. God’s word is being broadcast via radio waves all over the world. I pray that somewhere, someone in that ISIS terrorist group, will hear even a snippet of one of those messages.

I am reminded of the movie, Jakob the Liar. It came out in 1999 and tells the story of Jewish people living in a ghetto in Poland under the control of the Nazis. Jakob (Robin Williams), is detained one evening and taken to the police station. In the short time he is there, Jakob overhears a few minutes of news on the radio, encouraging news reporting that the Russians were on their way to rescue them. After Jakob is released he encourages his fellow Jews with that news. Everyone wants to hear more, so he embellishes the truth, assumes things that might happen and finally tells them he has a forbidden radio hidden away and continues to encourage his people with fictitious news.

To me, that is a great example of the fact that even a few sentences of God’s word overheard by one person has the potential to change hearts and minds and lives. Pray for wisdom for Christians who are preparing the scripts for the broadcasts and for their tech teams. Pray that God would fill them to overflowing with the love of Christ so that every word would be preached in love. Pray too, that those that hear the broadcast would share what they heard with others.

Before I finish this blog, I need to include a miracle as promised.This is not a current miracle but it is true and illustrates the truth. Saul was a man who hated Christians. Sound similar to the terrorists we hear about today? He sent people out to kill Christians and honestly believed it was God’s will to do so. Sounds so familiar, doesn’t it?

Then one day Saul came face to face with Jesus on the road to Damascus. You probably know the rest of the story. His life was transformed, his name changed to Paul and he wrote many of the epistles in our Bible.

Lord, in Jesus’ name I ask that even a tiny snippet of a Christian broadcast would be heard by a terrorist and grow and multiply and bring froth fruit onto salvation. I pray Lord, that you would raise up a Paul (or many) from out of the terrorists groups who are killing Christians. Then I ask you, Lord, for another miracle. Please, anoint Godly people to set up an underground railroad for those who want to flee their life of slavery to ISIS. During the Civil War in the USA slaves made their way from the south all the way up into Canada. It can be done again. God is able.


This is a blog that has been on my heart for a long time. It has taken me a while to decide how to write this story of prayer without causing offense, but I’m going to try.

Several years ago, my husband and I moved from a smaller city on the prairies to a large city several provinces away. I had experience already with the occult and praying with authority. One of the amazing things we learned when we arrived in our new location was that no spiritual content was allowed on the local radio stations nor in the newspapers. A bit of investigation revealed that a professed warlock held an influential position in the city and he was behind the ban.

I was excited to find a Christian writers group to join. Our group was progressive and looking for ways to encourage other writers. That was until the suggestion was made to host a Christian writers workshop. The expressed fear was amazing.

“What if the warlock shows up and disrupts our workshop?” That was the first of many questions that arose. “Then we’ll pray him out of there,” was my response. It took a bit of persuasion but after much prayer and discussion we decided to go ahead with the workshop.

In the meantime I did a lot of personal praying, pleading for insight, reaffirming authority in prayer and searching the scriptures. I’m not sure how I came upon this idea, obviously an answer to my prayer for insight, but I began praying this prayer: “Lord, give that warlock every opportunity to turn to you but if he refuses, then in Jesus’ Name, remove him from his place of authority in this city.”

We had a successful writers workshop and he did not show up. But I continued to pray because he still had a grip on the media. Paul prayed for the Christians in Ephesus 1: (19). “I also pray that you will understand the incredible greatness of  God’s power for us who believe him. This is the same mighty power (20) that raised Christ from the dead and seated him in the place of honor at God’s right hand in the heavenly realms. (21) Now he is far above any ruler or authority or power or leader or anything else – not only in this world but also in the world to come. (22) God has put all things under the authority of Christ and has made him head over all things for the benefit of the church. (23) And the church is his body. It is made full and complete by Christ; who fills all things everywhere with himself.”

With scriptures like that in mind I continued to pray, “Lord, I pray that you will give that warlock every opportunity to turn to you, but if he refuses, I ask in Jesus’ name, that you will remove him from his place of influence in this city.” I prayed that daily for weeks even months. One morning a year after I began praying that prayer our clock radio came on in the morning and the first statement I heard was  that ****(the warlock) had died.

You can be sure I kept a close eye on the media in the months following. There was an obvious change and Christian programs began to be heard on the radio and Christian articles printed in the newspapers. I take no credit for that because I’m sure there were many Christians praying the same thing.

How many times are we told to fear not? We are assured the Lord is always with us and his power is available to us. Thank you, Lord, for giving us such an incredible demonstration of your awesome power for us who believe.


I have been praying for several people who are preparing to take the gospel into the 10/40 Window of the world. That  includes the regions of the eastern hemisphere, plus the European and African part of the western hemisphere, located between 10 and 40 degrees north of the equator. That area has the highest level of socioeconomic challenges and least access to the Christian message and Christian resources on the planet.

John the Baptist talked about preparing the way of the Lord in Mark 1:3. I asked myself what would be the best way for me to pray to prepare the way for those training to go?  I  believe that Christian radio and TV prepares the way of the Lord so using Paul’s example in Ephesians 1:17, I ask God to give spiritual wisdom and insight to those who choose the scriptures and hymns for the broadcasts and spiritual wisdom and insight to their tech support. Then, from our modern-day lingo, I also ask the Lord to beam those broadcasts with laser point accuracy into hungry hearts, souls and minds.

Since taking the Kairos course and increasing my world view I have printed off pages and pages of data about People Groups around the world. In Turkey alone there are 60 people groups and many different languages. The statistics show that their Assyrian population is 25,000, their primary religion is Christianity but only 0.2% are Evangelical Christians. Many groups have no Christians or .01%.

So the Lord has laid on my heart to pray for the Evangelical Christians who hear the broadcasts from Turk7. Using the words written in Jeremiah 20:9, I pray that the word would burn in the hearts of the Christians like a fire, like fire in their bones until they can’t hold it in anymore and I ask the Lord to open doors of ministry for them. I also pray for great wisdom for those who know more than one language to translate the message for those who didn’t understand.

Now a story about a miracle that came by way of radio and TV. After finishing high school  a girl who had been bullied by Christian youth left the church and vowed she would never marry a Christian guy. She went through some tough times over the next few years and but she had family praying for her. Then she met her soul-mate. He wasn’t a Christian so he was perfect for her and they moved in together.

They had good jobs and were happy and content. Everything was going great. Then one evening when  she was at work her soul-mate watched a Billy Graham program on TV. The word beamed into his heart with laser accuracy and he committed his life to the Lord, on the spot. When she came home from work he told her what happened and said, “We need to get married.” They got married within the week and she didn’t even have time to realize she was marrying a Christian guy. Over the years God has filled them with wisdom and revelation and today the mercy, grace and love of God flows out from them to everyone they meet.

Is there someone special you are praying for? As John the Baptist said: Prepare ye the way of the Lord.


It’s been a few weeks since I posted on my prayer blog and I have to confess the past few weeks have been difficult but as I look back they had a lot to do with prayer.

My grandson’s first baby died, before he took his first breath. The baby’s aunt had a dream. She saw my late husband, her grandpa, rocking that great-grandson in heaven. I prayed for that baby for months, with great excitement and anticipation and the outcome was not what I asked for.

A couple of weeks later a godly man of God died after many years as a missionary in India, impacting the lives of millions. We will miss him in our adult bible studies. Hundreds, maybe thousands of people prayed for him. What actually happened was not what we prayed for. Then last week, another godly man died after a lifetime of impacting the youth of our city. Our youth have lost a great mentor. Hundreds were praying for healing for him too and the answer we got was not what we prayed for.

In our minds and hearts we know they are with the Lord so we don’t grieve ‘as others who have no hope’, the scriptures say and yet I have to admit that’s not what I asked for. Some people get angry, depressed or discouraged when the answers to their prayers are not what they prayed for. But there is another side.

Today I remembered an illustration about the back side of a tapestry.  It’s not the side we enjoy looking at because it is all knots and loose ends.  Yet, it is a vital part of the entire tapestry, the beautiful picture we hang on the wall. Our lives are like a tapestry. The dark threads (the heartaches and pain) woven in add the contrast that makes the picture vibrant. When we praise the Lord in the midst of our grief and pain, we are bringing to the Lord the Sacrifice of Praise.

I promised to tell you stories of amazing things the Lord has done in answer to prayer. This story still makes my soul burst with joy even though it wasn’t at all what we prayed for or expected. A young mother with school aged children came to our church board for healing prayer. She was suffering from Multiple Sclerosis and finally had to go into a care facility.

Another woman took her place in the home and her children seldom visited her. She was discouraged, depressed and angry, yet she came asking for healing prayer. She didn’t get what she prayed for. The Lord didn’t heal her physically. What the Lord did astonished everyone who knew the situation. He healed her spirit and she left the church praising the Lord for what He had done.

She thanked the lady in her home for looking after her children. She forgave her husband. She started a bible study in the care home. She brought a sacrifice of praise to the Lord and within a few months, sixteen of her extended family had given their lives to the Lord.

God sees the future and He knows what will bring eternal glory to those around us and to Himself. When we don’t get what we pray for we need to have faith, it is the substance of things hoped for the evidence of things not seen. Something wonderful and amazing has happened even if that’s not what I prayed for.


We live in a time of great technology. Parents keep in touch with their kids via cell phones. Friends keep in touch with one another by texting. Your cell phone takes pictures for you so you can send them to relatives and it is all connected to satellites floating high in the heavens. It’s hard to even fathom that prayer is way beyond any satellite system. Prayer is your own personal phone line to Almighty God, the Creator of the universe.

You will never get a busy signal or a message saying ‘this number has been disconnected’. You will never have it cut off because you missed a payment. It is your personal 911 line or simply the best way to talk to someone when you feel lonely. God is always ready to listen. Did you know He never sleeps?

Anytime, anywhere is suitable for prayer. You don’t have to be on your knees or in a church. There are not even any specific words you need to use. Help! is a prayer if it is directed to God. During war-time soldiers found trenches  a perfect place to pray. Prayer can come out as laughter at times, or in great gasping sobs in times of sorrow.

So this is my prayer blog where I will share my own prayer journey, true stories of great miracles I have witnessed, precious times when the Lord answered a child’s prayer and some times when I dissolved in giggles during prayer.

My first story is going to be one about giggles. We were learning about prayer in church and one young lady said she had never been brave enough to pray out loud. A few days later we were invited to her house for coffee and on the way, my husband (the pastor) told me not to bring up the subject of prayer unless she did. She had a friend at her house (moral support probably) and they were fun to visit with.

Then we moved to the dining room table for coffee and she asked my husband to pray before we ate. He informed her he wasn’t going to pray but asked me to pray instead.

“I have to tell you something about my wife, though,” he said to them, “she usually has to cough before she prays. We all bowed our heads and I said, “Dear Lord,” and I felt a cough rising up. I tried to hold it back but I couldn’t. Then I started to giggle. Soon I was laughing out loud and so were the other two women. My husband sat and watched us with a smug look on his face as we gasped and wiped away tear of mirth.

We never did ask the Lord to bless the food. He already had. That young woman said she had no idea that a pastor’s wife would even be nervous about praying and she would start praying out loud too.

Who knew God would use my embarrassing habit of giggling in a situation like that? I’ll try and share a more respectful story in my next prayer blog. Until then, keep that prayer line busy.