Prayer does not have an expiration date
One of my all-time favorite memes features the line: “Your grandmother’s prayers are still protecting you.”
When I recently found (in a big box of memories) my beloved mother’s handwritten bless-heal-protect list from at least 25 years ago, I took solace in knowing that her sincere and heartfelt prayers continue to reverberate.
They have no expiration date.
(Learn a little more about my mother’s prayers here.)
Funnily, I was just thinking of the post about your mom's prayers (and your response to my comment). Maybe faith doesn't 'expire' or exhaust itself either. It withers and can seem to disintegrate only to reaffirm itself like a deeply-rooted plant thought to have gone dormant. That's what happened to me. My intellect prosecuted my beliefs as irrational until unexpectedly humility intervened. An energy came into my heart (I guess it was love) and opened my mind to reconciliation with mystery.
And so it is ❤️