Friday, July 11, 2008

A Prayer Answered

I am searching for heartfelt and inspirational stories about family relationships, stories that share wisdom and teach important moral and life lessons, stories from which children and parents might derive hope, guidance and a smile after reading them.

I am conducting recorded telephone interviews to gather the information necessary to portray your story. Interviews last 30-45 minutes; just send an email (Go to “Links” for my address) requesting an interview appointment.

For those who prefer to write their story rather than participate in an interview, you must submit it via my website. Please visit www.gregoryelang.com and click the red corner on the home page just beneath the “Projects” tab.

If this is your first visit to my blog, please read the Frequently Asked Questions posted on March 20, 2008.

NOTE: The deadline to offer a mother-daughter story has been reset to the original deadline of August 1st.

Now on to today’s post~

Today's photo is of Meagan and her mom and was taken a few years ago for my book "Why a Daughter Needs a Mom: 100 Reasons."

I have a sample for you today, the lead in to a story of a mother and daughter sharing their faith:

“Come back, Mommy,” Alexia shouted.

Margaret returned to her daughter’s room thinking her little girl wanted one more goodnight kiss. “What is it?” she asked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

“We forgot to pray.”

A smile emerged on Margaret’s face. “Then we should do it right now,” she said, swinging off the bed and dropping to her knees alongside her daughter’s pillow. Although Margaret had grown up almost never saying a prayer at bedtime, it was now a ritual she gladly shared every night with her daughter, her first child.

As she took Alexia’s hand and closed her eyes to listen to the little girl recite her bedtime prayer, mom’s thoughts drifted back to an earlier time in her life. When she was a little girl Margaret hated to attend church. Whether it was the scratchy Sunday dresses and too tight patent leather shoes, the boring big people sermons or, later, the personal philosophy that required she not believe in anything that couldn’t be empirically proven, Margaret resisted her mother’s attempts to keep her involved in the church. The willful daughter made it clear it was against her will when she did attend, and when she began living on her own she planned to never step across a church threshold on her own accord.

Although her mother, Pauline, was disappointed, she did not give up hope. She believed that one day her daughter would make room for God in her heart. She prayed and waited for that day to come.

I know, it’s cruel, but I’m saving the rest of this story for the book.

Do you have a heartwarming mother-daughter story to tell? If yes, please let me know!

Well it’s official – I have gone deaf in my right ear. It all began two months ago with what I thought was an earache but which turned out to be Sudden Sensorineural Hearing Loss. In other words, my dang ear stopped working. It’s really weird because although I can hear perfectly fine on the left side I cannot tell which direction sound is coming from. So now instead of looking right or left, I turn a complete circle when responding to a noise. Yep, I now look like an idiot walking down the street.

Have a good weekend all! Jill and I are baby sitting Roo while Mom and Dad living next door go to Chicago for the weekend. They say we are doing them a big favor. I say we are simply practicing being grandparents. And no, Meagan and Linley, those were not words of encouragement to hurry up and give us a grandchild.

Well, I guess that’s enough for today. Thanks so much for visiting my blog. Now go out and hug somebody!

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