As I write this, I’m sitting in the sanctuary of my church.
It’s early on a Monday morning, the first day of our prayer week.
We did this last year, opened the church to anyone who wanted to come and pray. Last year I went every day and prayed fervent, specific prayers, prayed with all my heart, soul, mind and strength.
As far as I can tell, not one of my prayers was answered the way I had hoped. The situation I had prayed about has changed, but not the way I had imagined and hoped it would.