I have a confession and I doubt I’m alone. Often I zone out by the end of the Sunday sermon.
It’s certainly not every sermon but it’s a frequent thing that occurs when you’re morning is filled with a fussy child and lack of sleep. My mind wanders to the next thing we may be doing that day or pondering how much longer I can keep my daughter in the pew.
And then comes prayer.
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