ONE WEEK OF PRAYER

I have prayed to God all of my life. My first prayer that I ever remember praying was when I was around 5 or 6 and I prayed to ask Jesus to come into my heart. He did, and I have been talking with Him ever since then.

Prayer is more than part of a minister's job description. It is more than a plea to get what I want. It is far deeper and far more meaningful than that. Prayer is connection with the Great I AM. It is friendship. It is a walk of love, peace, instruction, guidance, and fulfillment. It is the doorway to heaven.

So this past week was spent with one point of focus: prayer. It was one week of prayer.

It was a week of waiting, listening, sharing, and growing closer to Him.

What happened?

I met God again. He talked with me. He spoke loving truth and revealed clearer purpose and plans. It was beyond my expectations.

There is too much and too sacred for me to write. I can just tell you that I met God again. That is all that matters.