I'm Not Your Typical Prayer Warrior.
When I think of a prayer warrior, I think of someone who prays from the time they wake until the time their eyes close. They have a prayer closet and spot of carpet in their bedroom missing because it’s been ground out by their knees. And those knees are shadowed by rug burn. They have a pocket bible and a word always lodged in their hearts. Well, that’s not me. I have no closet or missing patches of carpet. My knees are evenly complexioned. I don’t pray without ceasing, I no longer have a pocket bible (I gave it to someone in need), and there isn’t always a word in “mi corazon.” My days begin simply thanking God for all he has done and speaking covering over family and friends. Although it should be upon first awakening and on my knees, this mostly occurs from my bed during the few minutes I have before my daughter gets up, in the restroom because it’s a private zone with no bothers, or while I’m preparing her for school. I read a chapter a day or at least the verse of the day, but I’m not always consistent. I listen to sermons and gospel music on my commute, though not all the time. I talk to God throughout the day like a friend, but on some days where he doesn’t seem like much of a friend my appetite for speaking is lost. I’m in constant mental search for meanings, yet have times where I don’t want to quest. At night, before bed, we sing gospel songs and pray, but there are nights where we forget or sleep visits us too soon. Reflecting on this, I don’t see a prayer wimp. I see a prayer warrior, just not the one I envisioned. I don’t have to feel bad about my current prayer life either.
I love God and God loves me. He’s the most consistent thing in my life. There isn’t a day that goes without me thinking of him. It is he that is lodged in my heart.