Not just at Him with my to do list.
What if I prayed as if my very existence depended on it?
Instead of thinking I am strong enough to figure things out.
What if I prayed like I was at Atlanta Bread talking to my friend?
Not just a stuffy forced journal entry.
What if I prayed and was quiet enough to hear the whisper?
Not just moving on to the next thing.
What if I prayed realizing I am a beloved child of the King?
Not an orphan.
What if I prayed and for a moment could pause and sense the angels singing Glory to God in the Highest?
Instead of thinking about my wish list for God.
What if I prayed in sweet communion with the Living Creator of the Universe, who is working for my good; the good being to make me more like Jesus and I really talked to Him?
What if I really made time to pray, to really talk with Him and slow down enough to enjoy my visit with Him?
What if my prayers became more like a visit with Him?
What if my prayers affected my life because I was changed and refreshed by my time with Him?
May it be so.