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I’ve lived in North Wilmington since I moved here from India eighteen years ago. I was warned not to drive into the city unless strictly necessary, and especially not N. Market Street. This was rightly so, as Wilmington has been dubbed the murder capital of the nation.

I give you full permission to laugh out loud, but I don’t know how to swim! Not knowing how to swim is fine, of course, until you are drowning.

Merriam Webster’s dictionary defines the word lifeline as “something regarded as indispensable for the protection of life,” or “a line (such as a rope) used for saving or preserving life.” Prayer is like that lifeline that saves and preserves our daily lives.

One of my absolute favorite books is The Horse and His Boy by C.S. Lewis. In one particular part, Shasta, the “unlucky boy,” as he thinks of himself, finally encounters the Lion who is  revealed to be the one who was with him through all the hard and unexpected paths of his life, sovereignly guiding him to where he belonged. Like Shasta’s childhood began in Calormen, our story started in India. Fifteen years ago, my…