Ever Pray

            People often think of prayer as an activity, something sporadically done or routinely practiced. For some it’s a necessity while for others it’s an absurdity. It can be done in large groups or in the stillness of solitude. Hands may be tightly clenched or open to the skies. Heads may be bowed to the floor or raised heavenward. A prayer can last an hour or a brief thirty seconds. Either way, it’s an action. And, in all of these forms, prayer starts and ends.

            But, I don’t want my life to be a broken, start-stop dialogue with God. I want it to be a continuous conversation with him. I don’t want our relationship to be confined to the limited number of minutes that I set aside for prayer. Because, even if I prayed five hours a day, every single day, it’d still be a mere fraction of my already short life. I would miss out on eighty percent of what God wants to share with me. Now, don’t get me wrong. I think individual prayers are essential. I just don’t want them to be the only time I spend talking or listening to God. I want my entire life to be a constant outpouring of prayer to God. Therefore, my heart will be my prayer. My soul will be my prayer. And my prayer will be my life.