When I was a kid, I used to spend every summer at my grandparents' house in Texas. When they were alive used to take me to the church every Sunday morning. As far as I remember, I hated waking up on Sunday mornings and to dress up nicely, and go to the ?hurch. I felt that it was unfair to wake me up during the summer when I have to get some rest from school. Now, I don’t go to the church or pray. But when my nephew got very sick, and doctors couldn’t even figure out what’s going on with him, all our family started to pray. I even send my prayers on
prayrs.org to help my nephew to survive. Gladly everything is fine right now.
