Judged for praying on the streets.
For years, the very first thing I've sought to do every morning, when I roll out of bed, is fall on my knees and pray. Among other things, I give thanks to God for the use of my limbs and the ability to kneel; some people aren't able.
Like Jesus, having been chased out of the house and arrested in the garden by man, I am currently relegated to the streets, also by man; therefore, will I pray on the streets.
Certainly, the devil thought that if he made me uncomfortable enough surely I would cut out all that praying, praising and shouting foolishness. Y'all know how I feel about the devil. Why on earth would I stop praying now?
I PRAY ALL THE MORE
Just another day in the life of an ensign.
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