As you may have read last week, I’m co-chairing a fundraiser this weekend. (See Overcoming Sexual Objections) Although our sex life hasn’t suffered, my time for blog writing has. But, I did have a quick thought this morning.
I cringe everytime I hear sirens race by our house. Sirens mean bad news. If any of my kids or Mr. Muscle are out and about town, there’s a moment of wonder. “Could those sirens be for someone I love?” And I pray.
I pray for those who summoned the sirens. I pray for those who needed the sirens. I pray for their loved ones. Am I the only one who does this?
There was a flash in my mind. I remember feeling the need for an ambulance to come save our marriage. Our wounded hearts were bleeding dry. What if I pray for hurting marriages everytime I hear a siren?
Let sirens be your reminder to pray for hurting marriages because sometimes hurting marriages don’t know how to call for help.
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