Prayer is not just a way to communicate with a God who is all powerful and almighty. It's not just a way to revere and respect Him. It's a way to talk to your Pappa God. The one who made you. In Psalms it says that God "knit me together in my mothers womb." The One who touched me, made me, came up with the idea that Alainna is going to exist, and lovingly took the time to set aside all His business and make a piece of art that turned out to be me. Sure I've fallen off the table a few times and I've got a few cracks, yes I'm not perfect and I'm not flawless. But He thinks I am. Everytime I tip over and roll of the workshop table and crack a bit more. He has picked me up and glued me back together. Now there have been times when I haven't just rolled off the table and cracked (so to speak) I got caught in a wind and a fell off and broke! But He always picks me up and makes me new again. Because He is my Pappa and He genuenly loves me.
Sometimes when I prayed I used to get so focused on "oh no what if I say a wrong word and people laugh at me or think I'm silly." That I wouldn't talk to my Pappa, I would sit there and nervously drone on like I was reading a script.
NO! that's not the way it's supposed to be! If my best friend sat there, stared at the wall, and read a script, and that was our conversation for the day; I would feel so hurt and rejected. I wouldn't feel like I was actually their friend. I would feel like an invisible blob that they *had* to talk to not a person that loved them and they *want* to talk to.
That's how it is with Jesus too. He wants to talk to you like your friend. 'Cause that's what He is, a friend.
Feel free to talk to Him any time, all the time. He is a friend that walks with you, and waits patiently for you to notice His presence. and He wants to talk to you. If I had my choice I would spend all day with my best friends, and talk, laugh, and cry with them, enjoying every moment. That's what Jesus wants. He wants to be our Pappa God, and our friend. Someone to talk to laugh with, and the One who will hug, cuddle, and cry with us when we get hurt.
~ Pappa God.
Today was really hard. I fell off the table and broke into thousands of little pieces, and it hurt. It still hurts, even though Your working on piecing me together. I have nothing left to give right now to anybody except Your hands that are working to repair me. So my Lord Jesus I thank You that I broke, so now I'm closer to You. I thank You that You can fix me, and You won't ever pick me up and throw me on the ground to stay there shattered into millions of pieces. Thank You that even though I hurt so badly I can have joy in You. I ask that You would teach me to be Yours in all I do; in my actions, words, thoughts, heart, and soul. So I can one day help You piece another broken pot back together too.
I love You my Jesus. Help me to love You more!
~Your Beloved
