There is a
thanksgiving of the soul that arises in prayer.
Not by word or supplication but by the very act of being able to whisper
into the ear of the Creator and know we are heard.
It is nothing sort of extraordinary.
Nothing short of
glorious.
Nothing short of
miraculous.
Any day void of
prayer is a day void of hope, void of courage and desperately void of victory.
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