Thursday, July 30, 2015

Prayer Love Affair

My love affair with prayer began long ago. My mother taught me how to pray. Then, I prayed at church, at the table over my food, and of course, my bedtime prayer every night. When I was older, I learned prayer language, and used Thee and Thou and didn't mind, as I felt it showed great respect to the Father I was learning more and more to love. Children really don't have to be convinced that God exists. Somehow, I think I always just knew. It never seemed odd to me. He was always there, and I knew He was listening.

I was taught that if ever there was a great need, or if I ever felt in great danger, I could always pray. I could pray for family and friends who needed help. I could pray for someone who might be sick. I remember the urgency in my mother's voice as she pleaded for my little two week old sister to be healed as we knelt with her and how I knew that a kind and benevolent Father was hearing her words and comforting her.

When very young, I recall playing with a friend in her front yard and throwing pieces of a play set around with her. After doing this, we would go and retrieve them. For some reason, we found it great fun. One of the pieces that I had tossed out couldn't be found, and I was very distressed as I didn't want to be the cause of losing part of her game, and I also didn't want to be in trouble with her mother. I said a quick prayer in my heart to please help me find the missing piece, and as I closed my prayer, I stepped back and the heal of my foot caught it. I knew that my prayer had been answered. I was no more than 8 or 9 years old, but I knew the Lord had helped me.

A few years later, when I was older and dating a young man who was a little on the dangerous side, I remember being a little frightened by my feelings for him. I would kneel by my bedside every night and ask for the Father's help to guide me. I asked Him for help that I would be able to maintain control over any situation I might find myself in. Not two weeks later, the boy and I were no longer seeing each other and I was devastated. I didn't understand why he didn't want to see me anymore. It was years later that I realized the Lord had heard and answered my prayer. Sometimes, prayers are not answered in the way we desire, or even right away, but we will be heard.

When raising my children, I told them that every decision I ever made on their behalf was because I loved them. And then I told them that they could always trust me on that. It is the same with our Heavenly Father. He will never lead us astray. He is our Constant.