The Journey Of A Praying Parent...From Wandering to Worshiping

The Journey Of A Praying Parent...From Wandering to Worshiping

Sometimes I felt as though God was just a kind hearted old fellow who could grant me my wants and desires. If I had been good enough, He would answer with blessings and when I was bad, well, I got a lump of coal in my spiritual stocking. He was a God who was kind and loving and yet so distant and harsh. My prayer routine was nothing more than simply giving Him my own list of things I needed and granting Him permission to do something about it. Like a spoiled child waiting for Christmas to come, I would demand God answer my way or I would pout.  My prayers were shallow at best, but in hindsight God even worked with those small prayers. I found I could trust Him not only with my needs and leave the outcome to Him, but I could trust Him with the soul of our newborn and the babies that were yet to come. The journey of a praying parent…

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