The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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One evening, over a decade ago, I was listening to a story on NPR.  Mudslides were causing multi-million dollar mansions to collapse like matchstick houses and slide into the Pacific.  

At that instant I was overcome with an incredible desire to pray for Leonardo DiCaprio.  I had no idea why, I just prayed.  A few minutes later I prayed for him again, and again, for days and days.

I prayed for his peace of mind and heart.  I prayed that he would have wisdom in planning his life since he was so young with so much responsibility.  I prayed that he would have healing for any of the hurts in his heart.  As I went about my life as usual, I realized that I was praying for him 50, 60, 70 times a day.  I felt like an idiot, but I knew, in the depths of my being, that I was supposed to do it.  I would be awakened out of a sound sleep just to pray for him.  This went on for months.  I told very few people about it because I thought they would laugh at me.  The very few friends that I did tell said that even though they knew that I wouldn't lie to them, they still had a hard time believing me (and some of them did laugh!).  

Eventually, the urge to pray dwindled down to just a few times a day, but the urge to pray for him has never competely ceased.   

The Little Old Woman That Prayed…

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