Here's my prayer to you

Two nights ago, I prayed for the first time in a long time. My friend was encouraging me to and for some reason it felt right to.

In the past, whenever I prayed, I never got that feeling I always thought I should get when I was talking to God. I was never moved. The only time that I ever was was when I had accepted Jesus, after seeing an reenactment of his crucifixion, but that was so long ago and I was young. After I stopped attending church, I stopped praying and I stopped thanking God before every meal. I stopped caring.

I've heard from other Christians that there have been times where they felt God's presence, but I've never felt anything. I always thought it was because my prayers weren't as sincere as I hoped it would be. But that night I prayed, though I still didn't feel anything, my words were honest. Maybe praying isn't talking to God after all, but an excuse to speak to yourself.

I don't know. All I know is there's just something special in praying after being in a prayer hiatus.



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