Although I don’t remember much from my childhood, I remember my first prayer. "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord, my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord, my soul to take." This short request to God was always followed by a kiss good night from my grandparents. Spending the night with the two of them was the only time I did not cry myself to sleep.
Some say it in silence, and some with a song, however one chooses, a prayer does not have to be long. It’s as easy as whispering "Help" in the morning and "Thank you" at night. When it comes to talking to God, there is no wrong or right.
Appeals and gratitude sent to the Heavens benefit the human more than the spiritual beings collecting them. When one directs these energies outward it is a form of letting go and acknowledging that we are not in control. Accepting that we do not govern our lives is the first step to freedom. The fear, anger, depression, and resentments will melt away.
At first, voicing concerns and thanksgiving is not easy. With time, one finds that God transforms from a mysterious man in a sky-palace made of gold to a dear friend that never leaves your side. Next time someone says, "let us pray," don’t run and hide.
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