I'm sure that you are very curious as to what this post could be about because of my title. Well it is actually about the importance of prayer. IF there is one thing that I wished I could be blessed with and something that I continually hope for is that I will one day greatly desire to pray. I could read scripture all day, but something about prayer doesn't come naturally to me. Eventually I hope it will be a part of me just like breathing, but for now it is something that I have to work at, to continually practice the discipline of because it is so rewarding.It has been a long time up until tonight that I have truly prayed and sought to enter into the Lord's presence. Sure, I have scribbled a prayer in my journal when I felt obligated or guilty, or when something was really really wrong, but I have not wanted to converse with God. Over the summer, Deb Entsminger and Sam Hull really taught me a lot about prayer through example, but somewhere along the way, I started to forget the benefits and beauty of it. I recently told Erin about my difficulties in this area, which was something so difficult for me. There is so much apart of me that deeply values what other people think of me; I am a people pleaser. Erin is a prayer warrior, so it was difficult for me to tell her that I was struggling, that I wasn't this perfect Christian who always wanted to pray and seek after the Lord. It was hard to be vulnerable with her even after I had been so many times in past. And just like her answer to all of my life's questions and struggles, Erin said to me, "Lauren, you need to pray." She took me as I was and just told me to get it over with.
Well tonight I finally did. I decided I was going to get it over with and see if God really wanted to talk to me still after I had been ignoring His call for months. He did :) It felt like an awkward first date. It was like I couldn't remember how to pray or how to communicate with God. It was like speaking with your childhood best friend after not seeing each other for years. We know so much about each other, but I could not communicate. I was nervous and fidgety. I sat on my bed for a couple of minutes in just silence, just working up the courage to talk to God. I knew that if I didn't feel his presence, that I would be devastated. I finally broke the ice and started talking. It was like everything came flooding out; the dam had finally broken. I poured out everything that I had been keeping to myself, even those things that I hadn't admitted to myself yet.
It was so wonderful. To feel the Lord sweep over me and through me was a beautiful experience. It felt just like I was returning home. The initial first date awkwardness was over and out of it was a natural outpouring. Why I decided to fall out of contact with the Lord, I have no idea. All I know is that it was terrible. There is no worse thing, than to be separated from God. And nothing can separate us, but I had chosen to distance myself from the Lord. The good thing is though, He pulls us back into His welcoming arms. Prayer and constant communication with God is so important. I never want God to feel like a stranger or a first date, but like a life-long Friend, Father, Redeemer, Savior, King, and Lord.

















