If any of you have read my testimony, then you know there was a time
in my life that I actually ate from a dumpster. While its humbling to
look back on and think about all the blessings in my life, that time in
my life has had a profound impact on my prayer life. In some ways it
has become a crutch.
I have a difficult time praying for my own
needs, when I know there are starving children out there. In some way,
my own view of grace has become distorted or maybe even perverted.
Right now, there is a deep desire for my wife and I to buy a house for
our children’s sake. A place they will be able to grow up in and call
home. Yet, it is difficult for me to pray for a house when I know there
are homeless in far worse situations than my own. I know because I have
So, how do you cope? How has poverty affected your prayer life? What advice would you give?