Today I was driving home from dropping off Dale at work. I was thinking about what happens when a prayer warrior dies. I know my mother was a prayer warrior for us kids. The rug in her bedroom was worn where she knelt to prayer for us. Even when we were older, she kept praying for us — not only us but for our churches. Her view was that our ministries were a part of their ministry. Since my mother’s death, several of us kids have experienced storms that we have never experienced before. Perhaps it is because a faithful prayer warrior has died and the hedge of protection that was around us is gone. All the more reason to surround our families and our churches with prayer.