My friend and I did a lot of praying. Repeatedly she would say, “I think it’s time for a prayer,” and I would start. Then she would take over and the prayer would drift into a conversation, or more accurately, a stream of consciousness of memories. If you were listening in you’d be hard pressed to identify a prayer, but to me that’s what it felt like, from the moment I entered the room until I left. And I trust that it continued until the next visitor entered the room.
I believe and have come to know that when we enter the valley of the shadow of death, our entire life becomes prayer. How comforting is that? VERY!