Once, when I was about Harper's age, I was driving in the car with my mom and I turned to her and said, "Mom, is prayer just make believe?" I still remember the shocked and horrified look on my mom's face, and the sound of her voice when she kind of shrieked/gasped, "WHAT?!? NO!" We were at the top of Spanish Hill in Fairwood and she said to me, "God lives. He loves us, He hears our prayers, and He answers them." Thank goodness she told me that. Because He does (on all accounts).
Mom, thank you for 1) your testimony, and 2) teaching me to pray.
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