My story: Praying together




I remember sitting down for a cup of coffee and a few minutes of relaxation, but as I turned on the TV I saw a picture of airplanes flying into buildings. I saw this over and over as if somehow it would change.

The memory that lingers is a phone call from our church that we would have a prayer meeting at 3 p.m.

Battle Ground Baptist is a praying church, but to my knowledge there had not been an emergency prayer meeting before or since.

I picked my granddaughter up from school and we joined our friends in prayer for the dead, the survivors and their families.

We prayed for America, our country. There were no political or denominational differences that day or the next. Patriotism and caring were what counted.