I’ve just remembered. The other night I broke another cardinal prayer rule. When a husband and wife are together in a group you don’t get to pray for each other. That’s the rule folks. It’s weird, it might move over into mushy stuff that really no-one else wants to hear. You just don’t do it.

I hang my head in shame. The Wednesday before the boarding school adventure that some people like to call camp I prayed for husbandface in our small group. It was a long prayer, a passionate prayer, a prayer that wanted him to know more of our Maker.

I know, I should have waited until everyone had gone. I confess. Please find it in your hearts to forgive me for such gross transgressions of this prayer rule.