Today I prayed for someone. And no it wasn’t a prayer like this:
A guy named Ricky came to spray my house for roaches. During our conversation, he mentioned a relationship problem he was having. Actually, he was in the middle of a divorce. As he was leaving, something told me to pray with him. A little out of my comfort zone, I asked his permission and we said a short prayer. “God be in this stage of life and in this relationship.” It was short, I didn’t have the “perfect words” to say, only acknowledged that God existed and asked him to be part of what was happening.
I remember praying that I wouldn’t get a spanking. That I wouldn’t get nervous before a big speech. Please, let me do great on this test (I didn’t really study.)
Now I’m glad I was corrected; really miss the butter flies; and am realized the good or bad grades don’t really matter near as much as what I have learned.
What if I prayed for my parents to have wisdom in the correction process and for great ideas then the ability to communicate them.
I have been wanting to write about prayer for awhile but I realized that it is one of my weaknesses.
