I Love to Pray...

The first few minutes of my birth day (the wee hours) were interrupted by a cacophony of electronic flutterings and the third call for that night from a dear friend drunk as hell suffering trauma from an event earlier that evening.

Since we are very close, I felt myself deeply troubled by association. And I woke mid wee hours of the morning still troubled...so I turned to God and I prayed for this friend. And God, in all his faithfulness (like always these days cos the line's no longer fuzzy) answered...offering me a message which I passed on to this friend, a too early in the morning lengthy, deep text catering counsel to his particular troubles, which I think he is getting to used to by now, lol!

Before in matters of concern I used to turn to the menagerie of my friends and take a broadly diverse "survey" of counsel but now this process has become redundant cos I have far more effective means of resolving issues or getting comfort^^...

So anyway, the revelation I have on my birthday...I Love to Pray and I Love God's faithfulness in how he answers. I feel truly blessed to have this connection :)