If something–or someone–is worth commenting on, isn't it worthy of prayer?
I’ve spent the past several Sundays in a church in another part of the country.
The first Sunday I noticed there were several families with developmentally disabled children, and it made me smile. I have to tell my sister Beth about this, I thought.
My niece Hannah has Down Syndrome, and I am always happy when I see people with disabilities of any sort included in society. But in the flurry of that week, I forgot to say anything.