Prayer: having had my share of getting sick at least once a year, I know it gives me time to slow down and be reflective..and to pray as if I got nothing better to do. Although when I pray while I’m sick, I’m going to mentally think my prayers out to you, as if you’re the ultimate mind reader, and that you are, and that means I can’t be typing or speaking. And I’m finding it to be a better way to fall asleep than counting sheep or whatever other techniques are out there.

Yes, it makes me wonder when will this be over and I can be well and get on with my life. I don’t like being sick. I know you’re the great physician. And you can heal instantly, just as you can heal over time. Any healing ultimately comes from you.

A prayer from the airport. I’m at a layover between flights here in Phoenix and that gives me ample time to focus on you Father instead of people watching or wandering around, like I usually would do. I did get some walking around the terminals to have some semblence of exercise. Oh, let’s see, 3,500 steps according to my smartphone steps counter.

A Fact of Life Being Alone

Check-in with reality. There are many times in our lives when I am alone. I think that’s true for most people in the world.

Prayer: I think my prayers have changed over the course of the past 3 months. If my counting is right, this is week 15 of the 30-week journey in prayer blogging. (I’ll have to count that later to see how accurate that is. It is right around there.)

How prayer has changed me so far

2 ways come to mind with how my prayer has changed, in its emphasis anyways, that I start with gratitude, giving thanks for the gift of life, giving thanks for the next breath that I am getting to breathe. That’s something I can always thank you God for. And I want to keep thanking you for that. It puts my heart and soul in the right posture and orientation for everything else. It’s very simple, but it is very anchoring. I need a good anchor like that.

This blog post, and every blog post here, is my words of prayer. First, I have a confession to make. I don’t feel like it. I don’t feel like anything right now. I don’t feel like doing anything. I’m glad it’s not a weighty feeling of dark cloud. It’s not that I’m feeling bad or blah.

At the End of the Day

It’s a few hours after work. I need to go to bed in about an hour. And with the time I have, I wanted to pray. That’s what I was getting inspired with this morning. That when I have moments of being unoccupied, I would take that moment to check-in with you, God. Remind myself and know that things are okay. Ask that you bring to mind anything I need to confess or resolve. Ask if there’s anything else that’s urgent and important that I have to do before bedtime tonight. Nothing is coming to mind.

Prayer: I know I can use Bible language to talk with you God, but I want to be more honest and raw with what I’m wrestling with and not have to filter it through the Bible and try to find the right keywords to express what I have to say. That’s okay, right? The point is for me to talk with you, and I have a lot to say, or at least, to type.

Today I’ve had a lot of thoughts racing through, well, not a lot, but some racing thoughts. More than I wanted to have. I would have preferred to have less for a more restful day on the weekend.