These last few weeks have re-affirmed my belief in the power of prayer.
Through the many sleepless nights when I’m all alone in the house with a crying baby that will not stop crying no matter what I do.
I believe it‘s been prayer that finally calms her down enough for us both to get a little rest; and in the morning think clearly about the cause of her troubles.
Through the terrible fires and high winds at my old home town of Las Vegas, New Mexico. Forcing my friends to evacuate out of their homes, frantically packing up what they could in a matter of 45 minutes.
I believe it was prayer that saved all their houses from being burned.
Through the surgery of my darling brave little 10-month-old niece.
I believe it was answered prayers that everything went well and she is now recovering nicely.
Through the update that our water allotment for farming this year is at an un-imaginable low.
I believe it was through prayer that God sent a brief rain shower to perk up the crops and lift our spirits a wee bit.
Yes, I believe in prayer.