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.

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Widowed in 2012, I am a mother and grandmother. Born in San Francisco, I now live in the town I grew up in: Mill Valley, California. I love nature photography. Just an amateur but that's OK! My goal: world peace. Got any ideas?
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4 Responses to Praying

  1. Diane Blalock says:

    I needed a coffee break and read your blog. I absolutely love it!! I love what you said about praying! I know that feeling too of praying for a couple of people and then thinking about others that I love and then about the people they love and before you know it you can’t stop. I know that God loves it when we talk to him. Its like any relationship – how can we say we are close to someone but never think about them and never speak to them? We can’t. Its the same way with our heavenly father. Thank you for sharing that with us! I will follow you!

  2. donna says:

    Love your blog…. your kindness just shines through. My final prayer every night is for my children to have a safe night and my brother to have a pain free night (he is suffering with pancreatic cancer). For us mothers, our children are our everything and it does not matter how old we become, we will never stop worrying about our children’s health and happiness. When my mom was alive, every time I left her, she had me call her as soon as I arrived safely at home…it didn’t matter that I was in my fifties to her, I was her child and she worried…
    I do the same for my children…when they leave me, or when I know they are out and about I tell them to text me when they get home… I can’t seem to sleep unless I know they are safe…. I ask God every night to protect them and thank Him for giving me the honor of being their mom. Keep up the wonderful words and God bless your friend, hoping she improves quickly…

  3. susiebell123 says:

    Dear Donna, thank you for your beautiful post. Isn’t it super to see that we’re all so much the same? Your comments ring true in every way. And my prayers are with your brother.

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