
One of my earliest memories is that of hearing my mom, early in the morning, praying for me and my two brothers. I remember waking up and hearing someone talking in the house, but I knew that by that time my dad had already left for the day. So I knew it was my mom who was doing the talking, but who was she talking to? As I lay there in my little twin bed I tried to listen to the conversation, and as I did my young mind finally realized who it was that she was talking to - it was God. She was talking to God about me and my brothers. I'll never forget that day. It has made a deep, meaningful and eternal impact in my life.