Yesterday we were in need of a gallon of milk, some eggs and coffee. That was all.
We ended up with a cart full of the above listed, and well, you know how it goes. The cart was full full full by the time we hit the checkout. Grocery shopping is one of mine and sweeties favorite pass times as a couple. For me, its almost a spiritual experience.
Which leads me to the check-out.
Next to the updates on Brittney Spears, Angelina’s ‘bump’ and the all exciting update on Paris Hilton, was ‘The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Prayer’, a little booklet, like those horoscope things. I was drawn like a moth to a flame and picked it right up. My brain was reeling – before opening the thing – about the BEST snarky post ever that I could write. I mean really, who learns about prayer in the isle of the grocery store? And the title: Serious. Cheese. Factor.
Well friends, this is me, guess who is an idiot?
NO – I am not about to suggest that anyone other than me should be picking this little ditty up for a mere $2.95. NO – I am not about to sing its praises. It is lame lame lame, and I am just all too ashamed and embarrassed to share with you that it is speaking to me.
I can freely admit that talking to God, outside of the ritual places (meals, staff meetings, and the recent adventures of going back to church), has been well, a little dead. I do pray for people who ask, when they ask. I don’t lie and say ‘how can I pray for you’ or ‘I’ll pray for you’ and then not do it. I totally do. But its not anything I would want any of you who I have prayed for, to watched on a secret prayer-cam.
I want it. A prayer life. I need it. But I’ll be goll danged if I know how to do it anymore.
I used to have a good prayer life. I won’t share here when ‘used to’ was. THAT would be far to embarrassing. So this is me, getting naked, about my need for a prayer life. Any thoughts?