Daddy

"I'll die if I don't pray."

A phrase that hit me like a ton of bricks in a rather gentle way.

I want to say that.
It's a statement of desperation... but knowing where to go in the midst of it all.
It's being so set on keeping a relationship with the Lord alive that you have to pray. Not because of an obligation but because of a need.

Dad prayed for me today out of the grey. He was getting ready for bed and asked me, "Do you want to pray?" and gestured that I come sit next to him. He took my hand and used his other hand to cover mine. He closed his eyes but looked up and began...

I cannot remember the last time my dad prayed for me. A one-on-one prayer. I dare say that this was the first time this has happened. And how I thanked the Lord. Such a sweet moment, to invoke the Lord's name together.

These are the moments that I'll treasure for the rest of my life... praying with my daddy.