Good communication is as stimulating as black
coffee and just as hard to sleep after.
from: The Gift of the Sea
by: Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Prayer- truly my nemesis
I talk to God a lot. Isnt that praying?
Certainly He knows the intentions of my heart.
I "pray" when its beautiful.
I "pray" when an ambulance speeds by.
I "pray" when good things happen...saying thank you.
I "pray" when Im weak. (for example, when the Pepsi at the Grill smells exceptionally divine.)
I "pray" in bed in the morning, before I will my creaking bones out of bed. (hoping for a good day at work; that customers will be generous with their tips. That I will be personable and not make too many mistakes......)
I "pray" when friends share their troubles on facebook.
I "pray" during a good cry...that I can have patience and peace.
Is this prayer?
God knows my intentions...
I read about a man—who spent an hour with God every morning. Sometimes he talked to God for five minutes, and listened to God for fifty-five minutes; other days he talked for fifty-five minutes and listened for five. It depended on how much he had to say. But that last five minutes was sacred: he always listened for at least five minutes. I should do something similar: instead of so many words, when I pray, I should spend at least a little while just listening.