Two things praying hands remind me of…one is the four insets of praying hands on my mom’s coffin. (We each kept one.) My parents had wooden praying hands hanging in their house for years and these were a reflection of that as well as a lifestyle of prayer. Whenever my sisters or I would come home and tell my mom about close calls while driving or about different tough situations we found ourselves in she would say…’I was praying for you’. I’m pretty sure we gave her lots to pray about over the years. The second thing praying hands remind me of was when I met my first intercessor. I didn’t even know there was such a thing, but it was a woman who fitted the bridesmaids dresses for my sister’s wedding in Christchurch, NZ. I remember her house being freezing cold, but her spirit was sweet. She warmed our hearts (and bodies giving us thermal undershirts to wear as the cathedral was not heated either). Anna in the bible was an intercessor as well, and she sets the bar pretty high when it comes to prayer. “She never left the temple but worshiped night and day, fasting and praying.” (Luke 2:36-37) I wonder if she prayed for the fulfillment of the prophecies that had been written, and then only to see them fulfilled in her lifetime. She was steadfast in her preparation and ready to receive what she had been praying for.