The Power of Prayer

Family prayer is a powerful and sustaining influence.
During the dark days of World War II, a 500-pound bomb fell outside the little home of Brother Patey, a young father in Liverpool, England, but the bomb did not go off.
His wife had died, so he was rearing his five children alone.
He gathered them together at this very anxious time for family prayer.
They "all prayed ... earnestly and when they had finished praying, the children said: 'Daddy, we will be all right.
We will be all right in our home tonight.'

"And so they went to bed, imagine, with that terrific bomb lying just outside the door half submerged in the ground.
If it had gone off it would have destroyed probably forty or fifty houses and killed two or three hundred people. ...

"The next morning the ... whole neighborhood was removed for forty-eight hours and the bomb was finally taken away. ...

"On the way back Brother Patey asked the foreman of the A.R.P. Squad: 'Well, what did you find?'

"Mr. Patey, we got at the bomb outside of your door and found it ready to explode at any moment.
There was nothing wrong with it.
We are puzzled why it did not go off.'"
Miraculous things happen when families pray together.

-James E. Faust -The Lifeline of Prayer -April 2002 General Conference

Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!

-Sarnic Dirchi

The Dream
(prestory -today was my first time going into work on a 'store closed day' as animals need to be fed)

I was tossing and turning, trying to sleep, but my dad and mom were just on the other side of the wall, talking, and I could hear them, and my dad was constantly getting up and down, moving around, which was driving me crazy because here it was nearly 6am and I needed to get as much sleep as possible before I went into work. Finally my alarm went off, and I got up in a rather cranky mood because I hadn't really slept and went about doing my work chores of feeding the animals. My dad came in to see how I was doing, and I was complaining that I hadn't slept that well. And he apologized, saying he hadn't meant to keep me awake, but that he'd been worrying about me, because he had entered me into an audition. (that I vaguely recollected) and the person who had 'won' hadn't been able to receive the prize, -a tragedy in his book- but I don't think I had won either, and he thought that I deserved to win, that my audition had been great.

Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)

-S.N.D