Thirty-one prayers, in as many days, began with apprehension concerning retirement. Working had grown into my hobby. Each morning, I looked forward to going into the main post office on Brook Road, standing behind the counter, and asking the customers, "May I help you, please?" Such joy came from serving the public.
Now I stood perplexed with indecision about my continued future-which drew me into continual prayer. In fact, each time I logged into the computer with my password, "LORDhelpmetoholdout66," the Lord was invoked. Before leaving home, I read devotionals, then I prayed. One morning, I typed a prayer in text form. I took a chance and sent it to a couple of friends. Their responses empowered me to do it the next day, and soon it became my morning ritual.
My son, Thomas, and his family presented me a book of my prayers as a Christmas gift in 2019. Then my daughter, Teah, saved each one daily beginning 2020. So I told her I think I should become published. She had saved thirty-one prayers. Thus, the title was born.
