Driven
"Lord help me to pray..." Those words I uttered just a week or so ago, an attempt to reacquaint myself with a blessing of being a follower of Jesus that I so love. Prayer. I believe in the power of prayer because I've seen God work as a result of it. I've seen Him move mountains and make the impossible happen. I've seen Him heal, restore, provide and close doors through prayer. I've seen Him bring my faith and the faith of others to life, as a result of honest and unrestrained conversation with Him. I also believe in the importance and necessity of Christians praying to bring glory to the Lord. I've felt a disconnect lately, and I realized recently that at some point I'd begun to pray less. Sure, I still had my scheduled prayer times. Mealtimes, bedtimes, church times, frustrated times, fearful times. But, somewhere along the way, and I'm not even sure when, my habit of constantly conversing with Him all throughout my day a...