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DPaul2
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It is strange. I spent the whole day dreading this long prayer I’ve been saying for a friend of mine for awhile. I had almost gone to bed when I asked myself if I cared enough to say it.
Then I got up and managed to say the whole thing happily and serenely, thinking about the intention of it rather than the specific words.
To put things in context, I have a short-attention span. I had been struggling to not daydream while I did the prayer, but this time, I let myself. I remembered that prayer was for our benefit and not ours. He hears us even before we speak.
Maybe I sound stupid or something, but I just felt very relieved just to remember that prayer doesn’t have to be perfect because God MAKES it perfect. It is all about love, anyway. I was concentrating too much on the words in of themselves.
Then I got up and managed to say the whole thing happily and serenely, thinking about the intention of it rather than the specific words.
To put things in context, I have a short-attention span. I had been struggling to not daydream while I did the prayer, but this time, I let myself. I remembered that prayer was for our benefit and not ours. He hears us even before we speak.
Maybe I sound stupid or something, but I just felt very relieved just to remember that prayer doesn’t have to be perfect because God MAKES it perfect. It is all about love, anyway. I was concentrating too much on the words in of themselves.