Each night, and sometimes day, I pray for each of my children. As soon as I start that dialogue with God, my brain takes me through an unstoppable chain… my child, my child’s partner, my child’s children, my stepchildren, their partners, my grandchildren, my friends, and… I must add each to my prayers. Sometimes, my brain won’t stop adding people, and I have to stop myself so that I don’t go crazy. Poor God. What does he do with all of this, every minute of every day?
If one truly believes in God, and all that He is, why are we not prostrate on the floor, every day….. praising Him and asking his forgiveness? How can we possibly take Him for granted? I better say a prayer.