It was a strong urge so I immediately got on my knees and said, “Lord, I don’t know why I’m praying for my mother, but I feel an urgency and so I’m praying for her protection, her safety, her well-being. Be with her. Keep her safe, Lord. Whatever is going on, please be there and help her.” When I had no more words to pray I got up and went downstairs for supper.
I did not know what the problem was, or even if there was a problem. I just knew I had to pray for her. Years later, my mother was sharing with some friends about an incident that occurred while she lived in Brooklyn, New York, before she retired in Puerto Rico.
