I have never, ever been home alone on Christmas Eve. As the realization washed over me, a tiny ripple of feeling sorry for myself began to trickle into my heart.
But then, the Holy Spirit interrupted with an almost-audible whisper. “This is the perfect night to spend with Jesus.”
A simple one-sentence prayer from a humble heart is just as important to God as an eloquent prayer from a seasoned pastor. The power of prayer is not in the one who prays, but in the One who listens.
My fears expanded their territory in my mind – fearful of going anywhere, fearful of closed in places, fearful of wide open spaces, fearful in crowds, fearful of death, and all were accompanied by anxiety.