|Laura V. Hilton|
Every Wednesday on my Facebook page I post a prayer meeting, like the ones that most of us attended on Wednesday nights. Our little church where my husband serves as pastor still does it, but it is the only church we’ve attended in the past sixteen years that does. Most of them have normal services on Wednesday, if they have services at all.
When I was a child I don’t know if our home church had prayer meetings or not. The children went downstairs for AWANAs and the adults stayed upstairs. And to be honest, my two best friends attended the same church as me. When AWANAs was out for the summer or during normal church services, we used to sit beside each other and spend more time passing notes and trying not to giggle than paying attention to what was happening in the services.
But when we went to visit my uncle and attended his church on Wednesday nights, they didn’t have any children’s meetings on Wednesday. Or if they did, I wasn’t allowed to go since I was a visitor. So I’d attend services with my aunt and uncle. And they would talk, share about their day, week, life, all the prayer needs and praises, and then divide up into prayer groups of about four or five. Men with men. Women with women.
I used to hate being there when they divided up. Because my aunt sat with ladies who(who seemed very old to a preteen!) always insisted I pray out loud, too. I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t know the people in the church, and didn’t care enough to remember their prayer needs so it was really awkward. I used to try to remember what my aunt said and her friends and parrot them as much as possible.
And then I grew up. One of the churches my husband, children and I attended (as members, though Steve did occasionally fill the pulpit there) had a pastor who was a serious prayer warrior. He believed in the power of prayer. And while the church didn’t have a Wednesday night prayer meeting, he didn’t hesitate to pray with someone. And when he did, it felt like that woman in the movie “The War Room.” It seemed that Heaven came down and listened.
What moment did you feel the power of prayer? Do you pray for your writing, your readers? Leave us a comment below.
|About the Author|
Her publishing credits include three books in the Amish of Seymour series from Whitaker House: Patchwork Dreams, A Harvest of Hearts (winner of the 2012 Clash of the Titles Award in two categories), and Promised to Another. The Amish of Webster County series, Healing Love (finalist for the 2013 Christian Retail Awards). Surrendered Love and Awakened Love followed by her first Christmas novel, A White Christmas in Webster County, as well as a three book Amish series with Whitaker House, The Amish of Jamesport series, The Snow Globe, The Postcard, and The Bird House in September 2015.
See below for information on Laura's latest, The Amish Firefighter. Other credits include Swept Away from Abingdon Press. Laura is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers and a professional book reviewer.
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by Laura V. Hilton
A Beautiful Young Woman Banished from Home
Abigail Stutzman thought it was bad enough being dropped at the nearest bus station and sent to live several states away with some relatives she'd never heard about, much less met. But now, just a week after her arrival in Jamesport, Missouri, she finds herself at the scene of a barn fire. An intentional barn fire. And all fingers are pointed at her. She's desperate to prove her innocence and protect her reputation, but nobody's making that easy to do. And God certainly doesn't seem willing to help.
A Brave Firefighter with an Agenda of His Own
Sam Miller is in the process of turning over a new leaf. Determined to atone for the follies of his past, he is a volunteer firefighter, an EMT, and a doctor-in-training. When local barn fires escalate, everyone suspects arson. And since the Miller family are among the victims, no one is more determined to see the perpetrators brought to justice than Sam.
A Kindled Flame Neither One Could Have Anticipated
When their paths first cross, at the site of a barn burning, the emotional intensity rivals the warmth of the flames. Soon, they must decide whether this fire is one they should feed or extinguish. And they'll discover that the truth can prove more dangerous than a blazing inferno.