I wanted to share with you something my pastor told us on Sunday--I'll tell it from his point of view to maintain meaning. (This is paraphrased and I changed my pastor's name.)
"When we were in my hometown a few weeks ago, a long-time friend of my mother's pulled me aside and said, 'You know, Jim, your mother and I used to pray together for our kids every Thursday morning.'
'I know,' I said. 'That was really nice of you.'
My mother's friend continued, 'We still do, Jim. We pray for our kids and grandkids every Thursday morning.'
I have to tell you that my favorite time of the week is Thursday morning--and it's when I write my best sermons. How amazing to know that time is being covered in prayer by two women who love the Lord."
This was my feeble attempt at portraying the power this story held for me. I got chills when my pastor told us this wonderful testimony. And it made me wonder, what is my Thursday morning? Am I committed to intentionally praying for my son? I was very convicted that this is an area in which I desire major improvement.