A shiver runs slowly through my body – it doesn’t leave either. The rain is cold: late October in downtown Vancouver and I’m trying to stay positive.I’m here to pray. What for? Hard to say. The rain falls on my spirit’s candle, weakening its flame.
Darkened windows conceal God knows what inside tall buildings that seem to lean ominously over me.
The need is so great I can hardly stand it. It’s like finding your way through a cavern with a match.
But I pray anyway. Both of us do. We signed up with Breakthrough Prayer and have come faithfully, if not joyfully, every week.
