I don’t really know who the person was that taught me how to pray. I mean, I was raised in the church so I just always remember doing it.
As I grew, praying looked different to me. I realized it didn’t have to be quite so formal. I didn’t always have to have a couple of minutes to kneel or to bow my head to put my prayers up to God.
Sometimes, it would be just a short minute in the car while I was driving. Or in my bed before I even opened up my eyes in the morning. When we moved into our current home about a year and a half a ago my mother in law gave us a box with a pad of paper and a pen in it. It is our prayer box. It sits on a coffee table in our family room and when something is heavy on my heart, I take a minute to scribble it on a piece of paper and put it in there.
I have found myself speaking about prayer a lot recently. When people asked me how, when or why I left Starfish (my job). I simply say, I started praying on it shortly after the new year. Then God offered me signs that leaving and staying home with my children was the right thing to do in this season.
Prayer can be whatever works for you. It can be casual or formal, by yourself or with a group, silent or out loud. Whatever is weighing on your heart, both good or bad, question or just statement, lift it to him. I promise that he is listening. Whatever you do…remember this. (That top line says “Be Patient”)