Lord Please Answer My Prayers

The sound of Sunday mornings — the air in a Black church filled with hope, rhythm, and the soft hum of voices calling out to something bigger than themselves. These girls represent the innocence and faith that live in our community, the way we learn early to close our eyes and believe that our words can move heaven.
 
Each bowed head carries more than a prayer; it carries generations of endurance, mothers and grandmothers who whispered the same words when the world felt heavy. This drawing holds that quiet strength, that sacred moment between asking and receiving, between the need and the miracle.
 
Lord Please Answer My Prayers is about faith as inheritance — the kind passed down through song, touch, and the steady belief that somehow, God still listens.