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. ⁣