We Are Never Alone

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I ponder the word Prayer, in such a way, that I am taken back to my childhood memories.  I grew up right in the heart of Phoenix, Arizona.  My parents were very hard workers, though we really never grew up with much, as far as material possessions go.  Our family was full of fun and love, though we lacked, very much, on the spiritual side of things.  We were, I guess, what you would call, very inactive members of the LDS church and faith.  There remains, about a handful of Sunday School classes in my memory as a child, when it comes to religion.  Interestingly enough, I will never forget my mothers example of daily, sometimes hourly, personal prayer.  It didn't matter the day she had, personal decisions she had made, or where at in life she was, there was always time for prayer.  I remember her bedroom door, open just enough that I could catch a glimpse of her kneeling at her bedside, speaking with her Father in Heaven.  It was, and still is, one of the most beautiful scenes I have ever seen.  She would earnestly pray every morning before the start of the day, and would often invite my brothers and I to join her.  As a teenager, there were many times I would turn down her invitations to prayer, for whatever reasons I had.  She would never insist, but just a simple, loving invite was all that was needed.  I had no idea then, that her example of prayer, love, and her relationship with our Heavenly Father, would eventually mean the world to me.

   

A few years later, I met my husband, who reintroduced the church to me in a way that I had not anticipated in my life.  He was a very kind and loving person, and held the Gospel in his life, very personally.  There were a lot of similarities I saw between he and my mother, and the way he had a very real, and personal relationship with our Father in Heaven.  He is the kind of person, that everyone he meets can just see and feel that love and light in his eyes.  I was very grateful, to my mother, for leaving that same light burning in my heart, so I would be prepared to begin my own relationship with our Savior Jesus Christ and my Father in Heaven, also.

   

Prayer, very literally, means everything to me.  Prayer helps me to feel the love of our Savior, so that I can show that kind of love to others, everyday. It is me, being me, being a daughter of God.  That is very real to me.  It encompasses, everything I believe.  The Gospel of Jesus Christ, in our hearts, cannot survive without that burning knowledge that our Heavenly Father knows each of us, and loves us, and wants to hear from us, and wants our whole us, no matter how good or bad that may be.   I am so thankful that I have that knowledge in my life today.  I pray that my own children will know and recognize that love and friendship in Him.  The power of prayer is stronger than anything else on the face of the earth.

   

We are never alone....... this I know.

Authored by LLHappyEternal Writer: 1405