Each morning, he came a little closer, until I could actually feel his breath on my leg. Let me clarify, I do like dogs, but this one had me shaking in my shoes. After several days of his recurring game, I realized I needed a higher power to get rid of the nuisance and to be rid of my fear of entering that cul-de-sac. There were many heart-felt prayers said before I left my house and then said again as I approached that house.
One morning, the big, black dog didn't come out. I assumed that his owners were tired of hearing his barking at 4:30 in the morning and had either put him in the back yard, the house or garage.
Fast forward 3 weeks. It was preschool registration and one of the boys coming to my preschool lived in that cul-de-sac. I asked his mother if they lived in the house with the big black dog. (How else would I describe it?) Much to my
So...there you have it. Never underestimate the power of prayer.
Is there anything you want to be rid of?
12 comments:
Prayer is pretty powerful, eh ; )
Well mercy, I didn't know you could pray something to death :)
Great story and I do believe in the power of prayer and of Priesthood blessings :)
I love your blog, Connie! So funny and sweet.
Sorry I got you caught up in such a dangerous job.
I love this story! Was Andy driving the car?
The power of prayer is awesome! Many miracles have come into my life through prayer -- and the priesthood.
Kazzy's comments were fun-NY :-D
Ha! :) Very funny story!
You have some pretty good connections, there!
I met this guy named Stan. He took me to Southern Utah for his family reunion. Not a big fan.
How much you charge for a hit?
O.K. that is pretty stinkin' funny!! I use to have a blue heeler chase me when I rode my bike to piano lessons, I was sooo terrified, I guess my prayers weren't quite that strong, although his owners did finally tie him up!:-)
Uh, could you get rid of my dirty house?
You are a riot, even for a sister! But I love you anyway. Remember how much trouble you used to get in when I would dutifully surrender my stellar report card to our parents and then you would sheepishly show them yours. I loved those days at least I felt like I was getting some revenge for all the times that you accused me of stuff I never did. Yeah, this story kind of reminds me of those days.
I remember it being the other way around...the first thing that goes is the memory!
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