a quiet prayer

I don’t know the first time someone prayed

for me. But the first time someone

prayed for you, a prophecy

spilled like liquid fire from my

friend’s lips, changing

everything in

and around

me and

your

papa.

And now,

We’re standing

inside a circle

of our parents, you

are being prayed for by

your grandmas with that same Spirit-

filled fever. They are eager

for you, even though they don’t know you

are swimming in my belly in this moment.

And they’ll continue to pray, filled with hope and joy and peace.

For God has always blessed their prayers, just like He has blessed us with you.