I have not always prayed. Sure, there were those
furtive pleas of “please let me pass this (math, English, history, etc)
test”, “please stop the room from spinning” (if you have never said this
prayer, I hope you never have too), “please, don’t let her be pregnant,
I promise to use a condom from now on”, you know, the get me out of
this and I promise to be good/change prayers.
Prayer
changed for me when I found myself facing a self-imposed crisis that I
could no longer evade or avoid. With no place and no one left to turn to
I was driven to my knees and said my first, of what has since become
many, honest prayers: “God help me.”
Did
a light shine down or angels pick me up and carry me away in that
moment? Perfect enlightenment and the solution to all my difficulties
presented on a silver platter? Nope, but the soul crushing weight I was
under did lessen enough so I could breathe.
Many
years have passed since that first honest prayer, and though far from
perfect in prayer, I have watched prayer work miracles of healing in my
life and countless others. Today I live in the absolute certainty of the
Power of Prayer, when speaking to those unconvinced of prayers
efficacy I offer: “If I could only show you the world through my
eyes and experience, you too would be convinced, by demonstration, that
Prayer Is Always The Answer.”
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