Sunday mornings are a time for reflection, a time for meditation, a time to rejuvenate for the coming week. But most of all, Sunday mornings are a time for prayer.

For me, prayer is a dialog with my God, a chance to talk directly to Him. I talk with God most easily in a formal setting like Sunday Chruch. It is there that I feel his presence and know that He is listening. But Sunday is only once a week. Not that I only talk to God once a week, but generally, for my every day need to talk with God, I talk to him through His intermediaries, His angles, many of which I am on a first-name basis with.

Cindy is the one I chat with when I’m troubled with my faith. She was filled with the love of God and was the one who taught me to sing to the lord the way I do.

Cassie is the one I chat with when my life isn’t going as planned. She was always a joy to be around; happy and a bit mischievous, she lived life as a kid should.

Dad is the one I chat with when I need direction. Stoic, firm, and to the point; he wasn’t much on advice but his life experiences spoke volumes.

And Mom, she is the one I talk with when my heart is broken. Her love for everyone is what I need to hear from time to time. She has heard a lot from me lately.

Then there are others whom I speak with occasionally for other reasons; Lyle for business advice, Mary when I need an Irish lift, and Grandma when I need to hear the music in my heart again.

But the bottom line comes in on Sunday mornings when I speak directly to the one who can make a difference.

Dear Lord, give Suzanne the strength she needs to endure the hardship ahead, the doctors the wisdom to choose the correct plan of action, the technicians the ability to administer the prescribed treatments, the nurses the compassion to aid my wife as needed, and me, the patience to somehow sit back and let all these caring people do what you have put them in our path to do. AMEN

Pray without ceasing,
1 Thessalonians 5:17