I've been reading some interesting 'prayers' from children in an old email sent to me and I sent it again to my other friends to remind them that God truly is someone you can talk to anytime, anywhere, in however way you can and whatever words you can utter.
Here are some of my favorites ....
Dear God: My Mommy is sad a lot since Daddy went away. We can't find him. Can you?
Dear God: I'm sorry I forgot the words to your songs yesterday in Sunday School. I don't sing that good anyway so sometimes I just hum along. Is that o.k. with you?
Dear God: Do you like it when I pray to you? I do, too.
Dear God: My grandma is dying. She says you want her back with you, but I want her to stay here with me. You can have anyone you want. She's all I have, so please let her get better and stay.
Dear God: I saw a kangaroo and a buffalo today at the zoo. I like the lion best. What is your favorite? I think the ostrich is funny looking - did you do that on purpose?
Dear God: Why didn't you make me special? Cloe is specially pretty and Janine is specially smart. Ryan can run faster than anyone and wins all the races. Tina has perfect teeth. And Carmen can speak two languages. Did you forget to give me something special to be?
Dear God: My dog, Bowser is getting really old now. He gets up slowly and doesn't keep up with me anymore when we run. Mommy says he's going to die one day. Could you just make him a puppy again instead?
Dear God: Please make me pretty. Because I think I'm not very smart.
I've been praying all my life. I've been taught as a young little girl the importance of talking to God and telling him what I want. I've had a fairly stable relationship with God, I think. I've had times when I speak to him all the time, in all the odd moments, even odd places just so I can tell him what I was feeling. There were also times when I don't speak to him, when I couldn't find words to utter, to ask of Him what I want or what I need.
In however way I pray, I would always feel a sense of relief every single time I finish. I feel blessed already.
Here are some of my favorites ....
Dear God: My Mommy is sad a lot since Daddy went away. We can't find him. Can you?
Dear God: I'm sorry I forgot the words to your songs yesterday in Sunday School. I don't sing that good anyway so sometimes I just hum along. Is that o.k. with you?
Dear God: Do you like it when I pray to you? I do, too.
Dear God: My grandma is dying. She says you want her back with you, but I want her to stay here with me. You can have anyone you want. She's all I have, so please let her get better and stay.
Dear God: I saw a kangaroo and a buffalo today at the zoo. I like the lion best. What is your favorite? I think the ostrich is funny looking - did you do that on purpose?
Dear God: Why didn't you make me special? Cloe is specially pretty and Janine is specially smart. Ryan can run faster than anyone and wins all the races. Tina has perfect teeth. And Carmen can speak two languages. Did you forget to give me something special to be?
Dear God: My dog, Bowser is getting really old now. He gets up slowly and doesn't keep up with me anymore when we run. Mommy says he's going to die one day. Could you just make him a puppy again instead?
Dear God: Please make me pretty. Because I think I'm not very smart.
I've been praying all my life. I've been taught as a young little girl the importance of talking to God and telling him what I want. I've had a fairly stable relationship with God, I think. I've had times when I speak to him all the time, in all the odd moments, even odd places just so I can tell him what I was feeling. There were also times when I don't speak to him, when I couldn't find words to utter, to ask of Him what I want or what I need.
In however way I pray, I would always feel a sense of relief every single time I finish. I feel blessed already.
Today, I'm going to church and pray..... to always be a child when I do.
later.
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