The Power of Prayer

Oh what great joy...hahaha. I'm planning on going to Sunday school at my home church tomorrow for the first time in a long time. It's going to be so weird, feel so strange, going back.

I know for a fact that people think I'm different or weird. People probably think I'm such a sinner or whatever because I have different ideas now. But there is one thing they probably never think about: Because God has never given up on me, I have no reason to give up on him.

God is such an important person in my life. He's done so many things, great things, and has been my stronghold wherever I've been in life. He's never given up on me.

My ideas have changed about lots of things, but I always talk to God about them. I talk to God the most, as He is always waiting with his ears destined to listen to an open heart. I used to have this perception about prayer in where you had to take the time to say all of these big words like the preachers did in church. But as my relationship with Christ grew, I learned that all it takes is to pour out your all to God. He listens to you, no matter how little or big your concern may be. He listens to your heartfelt praise, your writhing pain, your everything.

There are times when I'm alone, and I just start to talk with God. He's been the shoulder that i cry on, he laughs with me, cries with me. He is always there for me.

I pray for the protection of others, for the blessing of others, for our needs, or hopes and desires. God always answers our heartfelt prayers, and all we need to do is be honest and patient with Him.

I love to pray, no matter how informal it may seem to other people. I have changed, but those changes are God-approved. You can have any opinion of me, but I know that God loves me and the person He has shown me to be.