Learning to Pray

I learned to pray as I learned to talk.
I did not learn to pray because "if I prayed God would give me blessings."
I did not learn to pray because "good people pray."
I did not learn to pray because I hurt God's feelings when I didn't pray.
I didn't even learn to pray because I would hurt my parents' feelings if I didn't pray!


I learned to pray because I love God.
I learned to pray because I know He loves me.
I learned to pray because I know I can tell Him anything and everything and He will still love me.
I learned to pray because I know these things.  Every single morning of my life, if I cared to get up that early, I could peek into my parents' room at 4:00 am and see my mother kneeling up against her too soft chair, audibly pouring out her soul to God.


I know she loves Him.
I know she knows He loves her.
I know she knows she can tell Him anything and everything and He will still love her.

That Book Woman

That Book Woman

I love all the books I will recommend on here, but every once in a while I find a perfect book.  One that makes you cry it is so perfect.  If you love books, freeing the world, and learning being a gift one chooses to receive on their own, this is a perfect book.  It also is wonderful because I wished I lived there, in the middle of nowhere on the side of a beautiful steep mountain.  And the pictures do the book justice.  I love this artist!  "I am not the first one nor the least one neither.  But I am the oldest boy, and I can help Pap."