There once was a little house built with love and filled with prayers. Each prayer was carefully
printed on encaustic parchment and packed with reverence and faith. This is a house built on hope and optimism. Welcome!
Someone I know is in dire need of prayer. I gladly offer mine up for her and her family. It seems as though every time I think things are tough in my own life, I hear about someone else's burdens and feel ashamed for my grousing. It isn't that I doubt my right to feel what I feel, it's just that other people's problems can sometimes make mine seem less significant.