By Anita Mondragon
I found myself deep in prayer a couple of nights ago. Although I tried my hardest, sleep would not find me.
I was praying for a loved one. I explained to God, (as if He needed me to) that I wanted this person to be brought back. I, like Moses, entreated God to do whatever was necessary-but to please remember Mercy. I said, “I don’t know where he is right now…but YOU do!” I asked God to speak to him-to get through to him, even if he was drunk and higher than a kite. Then I added, or if he’s at his lowest…deep in depression…in utter despair!
