For the call from my bother. Thank you for this breeze that brings easy breath for my sleeping. Thank you that my ankles feel good today, my back is mostly pain-free. Thank you that we have such a large house to live and work and grow in. I pray thank you's as I walk, and work, and eat.
Prayer is part of each hour, mixed in the chaos.
Not an answer or solid footing, but an anchor that holds me steady in the rough seas. I plead for help. Or maybe I plead first. I plead for everything I think I need. I pray for others' needs.