Days, weeks actually, had passed and I realized I hadn’t been seriously praying for my children. Oh, I’d give a little shout out to the Lord about the one who needed help with his attitude or ask for healing for a sick little one, but I wasn’t spending deep, quality time lifting my children up to the Lord. Life in my home was reflecting my neglect. Angry words and bad attitudes were abundant. Even I had jumped on the cranky bandwagon. Instead of feeling at peace in my home, I was wanting to run at top speeds out the front door….
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