ammunition.... Yet we still seemed to find plenty of it to go to
battle with. And battle, we did. Against each other. All the time.
But we made it through by the skin of our gritted teeth. And
the tough patches we endured, once we settled back down,
only seemed to make us better. Closer. More committed. More
complete. Fourteen years later, three kids later, we seemed to be
fully hitting our stride as a family of five. We still had stuff to
deal with, of course, like everybody does. But for the most
part? All good. Happy.
Then came last year.With my family’s blessing I had accepted, much to even my
own surprise, a part in a major faith-based film. I was shocked
to be invited to participate, shocked that I was willing to risk
saying yes, and shocked even more, after the directors saw my
acting abilities, that they still wanted me to take the role. Took
me about as far out of my comfort zone as this girl had been in
a long, long time, maybe ever. The movie, as you probably
know by now, is on the theme of prayer—the power of
strategic prayer, the kind of prayer power God can activate in
His people, and specifically the kind of prayer that can rescue a
family before it careens off a cliff of near certain destruction.