I always prayed for my 83-year-old mother, Elayne, first thing in the morning. It wasn’t that I particularly worried about her. She was in good health and fiercely independent, a fixture in her Florida beach community. A few times a week, I made the 70-mile drive from Orlando to her home, but I relied on God’s watchfulness in between visits. Even though Mom insisted she needed no help from anyone, my daily prayer gave me peace of mind.
