Christine’s post, Our Father the ATM?, is a wonderful reflection on prayer. I actually talked with God this morning at Mass telling Him that I found that after all these years, I just don’t know how to pray right now. I have been busy asking for things for others, not so much myself, but how often have I told Him how much I love Him and all the things He has done for me.
I think you will find this post very enriching.
May God bless you with Joy and Strength for the journey!!!
One morning as I knelt down to pray, my mind was occupied with all my shortcomings. The cup was definitely half empty; I felt so needy, so deficient in the virtues a Christian wife and mother should possess.
“Dear Heavenly Father,” I began, “please grant me more patience and more wisdom in dealing with situations that come up. Help me to understand Your will, Lord, and grant me the grace to do what I know is right. Bless me with a ‘meek and quiet spirit’ as I relate to my family. Help me to be more cheerful and encouraging.”
And the Holy Spirit said, “Gimme, gimme, gimme.”
That shocked me out of my ‘poor and needy’ mood. I realized that, yes, that’s exactly what I was saying. I was calling God my Father, but instead of talking to Him sensibly, as a child would talk to a parent, I was…
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