Learning to pray

The thing about my walk with Jesus; I'm always being challenged to venture deeper into that relationship, which is wonderful.

And I'm reminded this morning that while there are periods of rest along the way, the journey is ever forward.  This week, I'm learning how to pray.  That may sound dumb, because I pray.  A lot.  Annoyingly a lot, sometimes, I think.  But I do talk with God all throughout the day, just as if I had a dad to call on the phone and talk to.  And of all people, you'd think I'd have a handle on praying.

I guess what I'm learning to do is to spend time during my day with the TV off, no animals, shut in a quiet room, and praying intentionally and deeply about stuff.  It's kind of a new adventure for me, and I'm trying to get into the habit of journaling those prayers.

That's important to me.  I mentioned that maybe I'd be a mighty prayer warrior when the day comes I can't do some of the stuff I do now for church.  I think training for that project started this week.

I have a room back where I can find that solace.  It was a struggle, but the only thing in here I don't want in here right now is the stuff in the closet and a vacuum.  Those things will have different homes at some point this summer.  Just not now.

Even so, it's nice to have that prayer closet.  The next thing I need to invest in is a pad of sticky notes so I can write things down I need to pray for.  Sometimes there's so much going on, I forget what I should pray for.  Sometimes, too I get forgetful about praying until there's an answer.

Hey, I'm a work in progress.  

But that's why they call it a walk.  But it's a forward thing.  And it's helping me grow.

I'm excited about that.