On Mondays, I try to schedule fasting and prayer time for special situations and people I know. Today as I prayed for some of the ones who haven’t yet surrendered their lives to Christ, I listened to my own words. They sounded like the same old prayers I had prayed for these people last week and the week before. I couldn't help but wonder if my prayers for my lost loved ones had become tired. Did I really expect them to make a difference?