As my husband and I watched the National Day of Prayer and Repentance, the moment came where Franklin Graham asked the congregation on the National Mall to pray. After a hushed moment, the sound of 50,000 voices raised in prayer swelled in a great din of supplication. Glancing over at Michael, I noticed that he was covered with goosebumps...and he doesn't goosebump easily.
As tears flowed down my cheeks, I had goosebumps on my goosebumps.
Thank God for a nation that prays in the name of Jesus, Amen.
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Wife, caregiver, writer, patriot. Click here to learn more about me, my husband Michael and his courageous battle against terminal lung disease.