Smoke covers the Montana Rockies. Every thunderstorm that passes through seems to touch off new blazes, which now surround my town on three sides so that the wind can’t easily clear out the smoke. Last night, flakes of ash were drifting out of the sky.
So you could say that, like Elijah, we’re praying for rain.
In the last few days, I’ve prayed for the safety of the firefighters putting their lives on the line to contain the flames. I’ve also asked for your prayer.
But last night, when I realized it had been a whole day since I prayed, something in me quailed.
Ugh. I don’t feel like praying tonight. Not again.
And that’s exactly how I knew that I needed to keep praying.