I grew up being taught to pray to my Heavenly Father. I did most of the time. As I got older, I did better about saying my prayers every morning and every evening. I thought perhaps, I had become good at prayers, simply because I was saying them at the appropriate times.
I have said prayers in which the words were hardly there, let alone my heart. Sure, I was saying them. Each night and each morning I would kneel, or maybe slump, or if I was really tired lay through each prayer. Saying in words what I thought I should be saying, but having my mind on things far from my love for my Father in Heaven who loved me. Or far from the thoughts of His Son, who came to Earth and gave himself as a sacrifice for my sins.
I admit that I have had times when my prayers were less prayers, but more mere mumblings. But I have had prayers where I was heard. I was heard not because at other times I was being ignored, but because this time I was reallying praying. Sincerely, humbly, pleading for God to direct and comfort me. I have felt the love of God and his concern for me as one of His children at these times.
I was heard because I was giving Him the opportunity to hear me. He was always wanting to listen, but I was never really talking to Him. I still have prayers that aren't really prayers. I hope that as I grow and become more of the person I want to be that I can actually commune with God. This is a lofty goal for me, but I am seeking after it.
1 comment:
Thank you for sharing this. It is so true! Sometimes you just get in the motion of things and forget about how genuine you are. Sometimes I pray and feel like no one is listening, but I know that my Heavenly Father is. I think prayer is one of those things that you always have to practice and never can really perfect, you just keep improving. I hope things are going well. Sure love you!
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