
I had finished my prayer, but I was too scared to look, HE might be here this time, so I waited. Frank still begged and pleaded between each little sob, he was close as always, and I cried even more.
I had to know, the danger charging me like I had touched the electric fence for the cows, finally I chanced a peek; this was when the change was born.
Even as I read of this small Child’s death, that seems to have meant very little, the prayers of two little boys reach out of the past and touch me deep.
When it becomes our job to answer prayers by using our hands and voices for good!
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Alan, “someone” is here, and he knows that I know he is here.
It’s time you showed up Little Brother.
Robert
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