I never understood the power of prayer. But then, I never prayed.
Now, I try to remember to pray every morning.
On my knees.
Every night, before bed.
Every day when I feel myself being tempted by the devil.
When my patience is thin, anger is high, anxiety won't go away, the urge to drink is overwhelming, I pray.
I pray to live and do God's will.
I pray He will give my family all they need.
I pray I can help other people.
I
just
pray.
I pray and ask for forgiveness. I pray and thank Him for all I have, all of which I don't deserve.
I am just a sinner.
I am not perfect.
But.
I pray.
I ask for forgiveness.
I ask to do His will.
I ask for help.
His help.
Because I don't want to, nor can I, do this alone.
I need His hand in mine.
His guidance.
Love.
Forgiveness.
Strength.
Him.
