A meeting opened with prayer, and I had a problem: the person praying did so in his native language. I impatiently crossed my arms and tapped my toe (spiritually, not literally), waiting for the real action to begin.
I sensed God’s disapproval.
The next time, I listened carefully and recognized a few words: dios, padre, casa. I found myself asking my heavenly Father to fill the house with his presence.
I sensed God’s Atta girl!