My son woke me three times in the night.
“I’m having nightmares, Mommy.
Pray for me.”
Another son could not settle in to sleep.
A friend asked me to pray:
“It’s one of those days.”
The rain is falling.
My communications are imperfect at best.
Is this a shakeup in the heavenlies?
Or just a change in barometric pressure?
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