My mother prayed with me so many times, that I felt prayer was a natural extension of life, like breathing. She prayed with me when I was sick, when I was afraid, and in the car driving to the mall. She did spiritual warfare with me. She prayed in the Spirit over me. She made all things spiritual clear and easy. It was all about our relationship with Jesus.
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I just sat down at my computer to check something really quick. Uh. About 3 hours ago. I somehow clicked on an article my friend Holly shared with me on Facebook. She tagged me, because I honestly am passionate about God's Word and teaching. It is the great desire of my heart. So here is …