Praying for Me

Donna S. Thomas

I was in a state of delightful shock from the question that my 19-year-old granddaughter had just asked. “Grandma, how can I pray for you?” Erin and I had been talking on the phone for a long time about college life–its struggles and its challenges. Many times at the close of our conversations over the years I had ended our phone time by saying, “Erin, I am praying for you.” Now Erin was asking me to share my life struggles with her, and she was doing it using the question I had so often used with her. How did we get here? I wondered. Was there a neat “formula” that I could derive from her growing up experiences to point to as “the way” to raise a child who understood the value of prayer?

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