Pray for Me


By Phoebe Leggett

Angela flinched as Wayne dropped the phone on the nightstand and climbed into bed.

“What’s the matter? she asked as she slid into bed and turned out the light. “Are you


“You know how stubborn my dad is. I know he needs prayer, but he’ll never ask.”

“So, when you’re sick, who gets to pray for you?”

“A preacher of course; but not just any preacher. I want a tongues talking, fire-

baptized, laying-on-of-hands kind of preacher to pray for me.”

“From Tennessee?”

“I don’t care where he’s from as long as he knows how to pray.” Wayne relaxed

and slid under the blanket.

“Do you want him to bring a snake?”

©.2012 Phoebe Leggett


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About Phoebe Leggett

Phoebe Leggett is an author, poet, and free-lance writer whose articles, stories, and poetry have enhanced the lives of many. In 2007 she received two awards for her work at the Blue Ridge Mountain Christian Writer’s Conference in Ridgecrest, North Carolina. Her articles, stories, and poetry have been published in adult and children’s Christian literature as well as online. Her books are available on under her name.
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