Since this is Prayer Bear's second appearance on the blog, I figured I'd give him a proper introduction. Prayer Bear, formally known in the beanie baby world as "Hope," was given to me about 12 years ago by my mom one day when I stayed home sick from school. He began accompanying me during my bedtime prayers and for the next 4 years, he was always by my side when it was time to go to sleep.
I made the mistake of thinking it would be a good idea to bring Prayer Bear to Hawaii with me for a softball tournament during my senior year of high school. Tragically, he disappeared and I spent the next few months devastated. Then, my best friend Jess surprised me on my 17th birthday by ordering me a new prayer bear, wrapping him up in a package that was supposedly sent from Hawaii, and writing a note that was "from prayer bear" himself explaining how sad he was that we had been separated and how much he'd missed saying prayers with me.
It was probably the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.
So yes, at age 17 I was happily reunited with my "blankie" and we have spent many a wonderful night chatting with Jesus.
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