by Shirlee Vandegrift
I come before You not knowing how to pray, or where to start. You are so big and I am so small. You are so powerful and am so weak. You are so truthful and I am such a fraud. You are so forgiving and I can hold a grudge too long. You love mightily, I love meekly. All that I long to be, You are.
As I start expressing my longings, I suddenly realize that my prayer started with “Heavenly Father.” I may not have a formula for prayer, but I do have a desire to be so close to you that we can talk as close family members do.
Thank You for giving me the gift of faith, for the gift of forgiveness, for answers to these humble prayers, joy, and most of all for Your Son Jesus. I ask for help to follow in His footsteps, and I thank You in advance for the example I can (will) be as I learn from You.
In the precious name of Jesus I pray,