Prayer

I like praying. I like being able to converse with my Father in heaven, even though it often seems one sided. I am glad He always listens to me. I can tell. I am glad that even when I am not giving him all of my attention, like while I work or drive or as I fall asleep, He is giving me all the attnetion I need.

I am not a great orator. i often slur my speech, or stammer or repeat myself. I find this fasinating as I am being called in the direction of a worship leader. I am not called for right now, but it may come someday, and I can see some of the prepwork God is doing in/on/for/around me. I guess it may never happen, there are other ministries and works that require the same prepping, but for now, this is the most obvious.

Many times I am praying, and I am fairly casual. God the Father is my friend. Jesus, God the Son, is too. The Holy Spirit of God dwells within me, also a friend. I do fear God, but most of that fear diminishes greatly when I realize I am in the presance of God by personal invite. He loves me so much and I love Him. Maybe someday I will pray more formally, but not now. Even out loud, in a group I am fairly simple and to the point when I pray. Those around me can go on and on with a few simple requests and praise, but without praise I have very short prayers. I can and sometimes do praise God for hours, but I seperate that out from supplication, both sub- and consciencely. Not always good, but it is me.

Too much to say, too little time. I don't know you but I love you. If you don't understand why, respond to this post, I will make time to explain it.