Coming Home to Father God
Woke up very early, too early to get up and wake the rest of the family. It was a good time for prayers. So I lay there on my back in the bed and tried to pray and meditate on speaking to God. My prayers felt impotent, and I drifted off on other subjects of a more worldly nature, like all I wanted to do today. It was frustrating not to be able to stay with God. After all He has brought me through and brought me to, I could not talk to Him without worldly interruptions. So, I gave up wondering what had happened that I could no longer connect with prayer like I once did. Sitting on the side of the bed, I put my head in my hands and wondered what had gone wrong. Then, with head in my hands, I bowed a little lower and asked God, How do I get it back. For a few moments, I didn't pray but sat there on the side of the bed with my head bowed. Then it came. I prayed, and it was real, like before. Interruptions from the world didn't stand a ch...