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I've been thinking about this lately myself. For several years I prayed consistently, pleading with the Lord for help. Now that things are much improved in many different areas of my life, I'm not as good about praying. I try to think of what it'd be like if my offspring only talked to me when they wanted something and it motivates me to pray.

We had a conference a few weeks ago where a speaker pointed out that each of us is a child of God. It gave me pause to consider my relationship with one of my children. He is a child of God as much as I am. And I need to treat him with more respect and love. Every day could be our last together . . .

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