Prayers. I pray a lot. Sometimes my prayers are quiet and gentle. Like rain and they refresh my soul. They are prayers of thankfulness that bubble up from gratitude in my heart. Then, sometimes they are more like silent screams, Or maybe gut-wrenching shouts. Like when I realized my daughter would be in the path of a hurricane and the “mom” in me kicked in. I wanted to protect my daughter and I couldn’t. So I cry out to the only person who could be there with her, God. God keep her safe, Turn the storm around Wrap your arms around her Because I cannot be there to do it. Or when I realized that we were driving on a little path and there was tons of mud and puddles and steep drop off’s on both sides. So with white knuckled driving; you start calling God, I need you, Please help! Keep the car on the road! Why? Because you know that he is the only one who can help you. And your prayers come from the bot