What do you think of when I say the word “prayer?” I’m sad to admit that for many years, I saw prayer as a form of cosmic vending machine that would spit out what I asked for... sometimes, anyway.

Everything changed when I was diagnosed with a brain tumor. The five years spent thinking I could do life all by myself were squashed when I learned that my life was forever changed. Fear wrapped me in a cocoon when the thief attempted to steal my peace, but a little orange bible with the book of Psalms...