Who Locked the Door?
I was trying to teach my daughters the practice of locking our home. And they were not learning the lesson, so I began to pray. Can you imagine: four intoxicated intruders interrupted my prayer by falling into my living room one Sunday morning at 4 a.m. This happened to me once as I lay in bed with rheumatoid arthritis—unable to move my arms and legs.
Reflection: When your children don’t follow your instructions, trust God; let go and let God take over. However, never in my wildest dream would I had guessed on that August morning, four inebriated men would be used to teach my daughters to secure our home. It’s amazing how God works.
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