Emphasis Preaching Journal

As a child coming home from school one afternoon, I heard my mother talking to someone. There were no cars in the driveway, so I assumed it was a neighbor. I didn't say anything so that I would not interrupt their conversation. As I turned the corner to go into the kitchen, there was my mother washing dishes and crying while talking out loud. I paused to listen and realized that she was in conversation... with God. My mother prayed for my siblings, my dad, me, the church, missionaries, and a lot of other people.