In my younger and single days, my alarm rang at 2:55 AM. I jumped out of bed, went to the bathroom, and put on sweat pants and a sweatshirt. I next bowed my knees and prayed till 6 AM at which time I took a shower, ate breakfast, and dressed for the day. I then walked over to my church and prayed for an hour. Afterward, I put in a full day’s work as a laborer or a car salesman.
This was my routine for almost ten years.
As you can imagine, I earned a reputation as a prayer warrior. People asked me to pray for them or their problems, which I gladly did. I would write their names down and add them to a list. Praying for others was a priority in my life.
But what about my family and my needs?
I usually spent just seconds praying for…
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