I like to pray.
I’m not a fancy prayer (noun: person who prays).
I just kind of talk.
For the most part-
I’ve grown out of asking for ‘things’.
I do a lot of thanking.
I do a lot of processing.
I do a lot of asking questions.
I go over a lot of things I see or hear and don’t understand.
I wonder about things that I wish ‘were’.
And I wonder what about things I should be doing better,
And how I might go about doing that.
I apologize for my misspeaks and missteps of the day.
I do ask for guidance and strength.
And above all,
I do pray for
Those I love.
But to be very honest-
I can’t deny I don’t ever ask for anything.
I am not beyond begging, as a matter of fact, for a grown up snow day.
(For those of you under feet of snow, my apologies. I’m making light as my husband stays home yet again for another school snow day while the rest of the adult world has to go to work. I hope everyone stays safe and warm.)