Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Prayer: My soul's favorite passtime.
When I ask for prayer it is because I mean it. I know it works. I trust my God. I don't however trust myself. When I am riding out the storm, I know that if someone could just pray, the waters would die down. Then I can just float around, laying low in my vessel until I hit ground again. I am okay today.....someone must have prayed. It wards off my demons. I can feel them out there but they can't touch me. Thank you.
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I'm learning to pray when the request is given. Even if it's only a few whispered words, it is still prayer. In the past, I've often meant to pray for others, but unless I had lots of time, I would neglect it. Now I make it a point to say what I can to God, when I can. And trust that He's listening. :)
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