For some reason, this year Easter was different for me. Easter didn't mean Easter. I will try to explain...
Whenever I hear the word "Easter" the Holy Spirit quickens in my heart. He reminds me Who Easter is about, and why the day is so significant in the lives of Christians. I just love the celebration of the ultimate victory - the victory over death - that Christ provided to those who will follow Him. There is, really, no greater fear, no greater life-changing event, than death, is there? And to have VICTORY OVER DEATH - well, it nearly boggles the imagination! If you don't really understand it, imagine the tightest football game you've ever attended...the last few seconds and the score is tied, right through to the very last second - then your team scores for the win. Jumping out of your seat, yelling at the top of your lungs...that is the thrill of victory. But it's just a game. Just a little game that, in a few short years, will have absolutely no significance in the grand scheme of life.
But death...death is another story. Victory over death...WOW! We don't have to die! All of my sins - everything I've ever done or ever will do that offends God - were all heaped on the back of the Sinless One, not on mine.
I've heard this described in various ways, most commonly as a book listing every sin in my life. When I leave this earth and come into judgment, and that book is opened by God Himself...all He will see when he looks at those pages is Christ's blood, covering every evidence of the words that had been written there. God won't see my sin - He will only see Christ's blood, covering it...
Another description has been the ledger, where so much is owed that I couldn't possibly repay it, ever. And Christ does. When the book is opened, the balance is 0.
But perhaps the most meaningful in my own heart is the fire. My sins (and those of everyone else in the world) written on stacks of sheets of paper. When I take Christ's work into my own life, those stacks are tossed into that fire. When I look into it, I see not only the pages curling up and burning bright as they turn to ash...I'm seeing my Savior's face, His tortured face, enduring the incredible pain and suffering as He did on earth - not in the fire, but at the hands of the people He loved so much. That degree of suffering - that amount of unbearable torture - just so that my sins can be thrown into that fire and destroyed...because He delights in His children, and wants us to be with Him for all eternity.
There is no fear of death, death has now been conquered when Jesus Himself - the Creator of all that is - rose from its grip and came out of that cold hard tomb. THAT is victory!
With all of this living in my heart, and being at the forefront of my deepest thoughts during the Easter season especially, I am so saddened by the Easter that I see all around me. Bunnies and eggs, painted baby butts in emails, chocolates and hams...is this REALLY all that Easter has become? Is this really all the world has to celebrate? Does this really have meaning to people?
You can have your bunnies and chicks, your baskets and bonnets...I will celebrate my risen Savior who loves me so much that He willingly was tortured, ridiculed, rejected, and killed in the most painful and horrendous way possible - just so that I no longer need fear death, and can spend eternity with Him.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Even The Baby's Piggy Bank #tcot
My thought on this horrific nightmare of the government spending money it doesn't have at will, and then taking it from the people who earned it: A cop comes to my door with his credit card bills in his hand; he just got a new computer gaming system, a top of the line Lexus, and a custom home entertainment system. Plus he bought the same for his family who can't afford those things. He forces his way in and takes everything in our wallets, then empties out the baby's piggy bank. Without so much as a thanks, he leaves us to fend for ourselves somehow, not knowing how we'll pay our utility bills and other necessities like food (because we can't afford a Lexus or a computer or even a new TV)...until he comes back next month to do it all again, with bigger and newer stuff on his credit cards...month after month after month, more and more and more he spends and then takes from us...and there's nothing anybody seems to be able to do to stop him.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
My Strange Knee
Several years ago I injured my right knee in a fall on ice. Don't know if that has anything to do with what is going on now, or not, but I went to PT for several months and everything seemed fine until recently, other than some developing arthritis pain which my doctor said would be normal after such an injury.
So a few months ago I noticed a different pain in my knee...then, sitting in my recliner, it seemed that my leg wasn't quite straight. In addition, my kneecap had moved and was sitting up at the top of my knee and off to the right (outside). (If I still shaved my legs I probably would have noticed sooner...er...tmi, right?)
In the intervening months, my leg from the knee down has continued to become more deformed - the only word I can think of to describe it - until now, from a front view, it looks rather like this:
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Yes, the lower half of my leg is sticking out to the side. And it is PAINFUL. Now, from hip to toes, there is continual pain from, I'm guessing, soft tissues that are being pulled as they were never intended to be.
Of course I've gone to the doctor, and she said that the arthritis is wearing down the outside of my knee joint rather than evenly all the way across. Naturally, without health insurance a specialist is out of the question, as is surgery (if, indeed, there is a surgical solution). As my hip is now starting to object when I walk, and as there are times that it feels my leg will snap right off at the knee when I put weight on it, it is becoming a bigger and bigger problem all the time.
I will lose more weight now, I guess...(I'd lost 90# a few years ago but still have more to go, that I'd decided to just keep, for my own personal reasons...see my low carb blog if you're interested.)...and Pete is working on a way to support the leg. I can ease the pain a bit through rest and drugs but sitting in a recliner buzzed on Vicodin isn't my idea of the good life...at least not when I'm only 52 years old...
I'm not whining, but I am frustrated, and not sure what I will do or where I will go from here. I use a cane to take some of the weight from the knee when I walk, it obviously isn't enough but crutches seem like overkill, and also exacerbate the arthritis in my spine.
I guess I'll keep looking for answers, lose more weight, rest when the pain is too much, use a support on my knee, keep up with the alternating motril/tylenol regimen (with a vicodin when it's so bad that that doesn't work) all day, every day...and if there is a job out there for someone who can't sit or stand for long periods, can't lift, lost the ability to do math/organizational/multitasking with a "cerebrovascular event" a couple of years ago, has continual accidents/dropping/tripping/misjudging from loss of vision, can only drive in full daylight when there's no traffic around...I can do that job, and use my paychecks to buy some health insurance :).
Meanwhile...I guess I just do what I can do, and pray about the rest!
So a few months ago I noticed a different pain in my knee...then, sitting in my recliner, it seemed that my leg wasn't quite straight. In addition, my kneecap had moved and was sitting up at the top of my knee and off to the right (outside). (If I still shaved my legs I probably would have noticed sooner...er...tmi, right?)
In the intervening months, my leg from the knee down has continued to become more deformed - the only word I can think of to describe it - until now, from a front view, it looks rather like this:
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Yes, the lower half of my leg is sticking out to the side. And it is PAINFUL. Now, from hip to toes, there is continual pain from, I'm guessing, soft tissues that are being pulled as they were never intended to be.
Of course I've gone to the doctor, and she said that the arthritis is wearing down the outside of my knee joint rather than evenly all the way across. Naturally, without health insurance a specialist is out of the question, as is surgery (if, indeed, there is a surgical solution). As my hip is now starting to object when I walk, and as there are times that it feels my leg will snap right off at the knee when I put weight on it, it is becoming a bigger and bigger problem all the time.
I will lose more weight now, I guess...(I'd lost 90# a few years ago but still have more to go, that I'd decided to just keep, for my own personal reasons...see my low carb blog if you're interested.)...and Pete is working on a way to support the leg. I can ease the pain a bit through rest and drugs but sitting in a recliner buzzed on Vicodin isn't my idea of the good life...at least not when I'm only 52 years old...
I'm not whining, but I am frustrated, and not sure what I will do or where I will go from here. I use a cane to take some of the weight from the knee when I walk, it obviously isn't enough but crutches seem like overkill, and also exacerbate the arthritis in my spine.
I guess I'll keep looking for answers, lose more weight, rest when the pain is too much, use a support on my knee, keep up with the alternating motril/tylenol regimen (with a vicodin when it's so bad that that doesn't work) all day, every day...and if there is a job out there for someone who can't sit or stand for long periods, can't lift, lost the ability to do math/organizational/multitasking with a "cerebrovascular event" a couple of years ago, has continual accidents/dropping/tripping/misjudging from loss of vision, can only drive in full daylight when there's no traffic around...I can do that job, and use my paychecks to buy some health insurance :).
Meanwhile...I guess I just do what I can do, and pray about the rest!
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
All About Our Yamaha PSR-E413s #yamaha #music
We each have one now. A couple of reasons for this: It will be easier for me to help teach hubby how to play if I'm not hanging over his shoulder or reaching in front of him - he can see/hear me demonstrate on mine, then play on his. (He's already got a good start on his own, through YouTube videos and beginning music books, plus the benefit that he's already musically inclined.)
Second, my 9000Pro is a monster to take to church every Sunday! Very heavy and cumbersome, and there are lots of stairs both there and here. Pete and I both have arthritis issues, and a lighter keyboard will be so much easier to cart back and forth!
Third, I'm simply amazed at all the goodies the E413 has for the price. I believe that Pete will grow into it nicely as he learns, and the simpler functionality is fun for me. I can't believe they can offer so many features for $229USD - many features I'd have expected only on a more expensive instrument.
I guess because it has the Y.E.S. it is considered a beginning keyboard by most. But I find the functionality to be quite satisfying, as a second instrument. In one of the many online videos and articles about it that I've seen these last couple of weeks, someone wrote/said that even the most sophisticated keyboard can sound awful when played by someone without talent, but the simplest keyboard can sound wonderful played by someone who knows what they're doing. While I'm far from being an expert (I can do about 10% of the things on my keyboard that the players do in their posted performances here!), being able to sit down and set it up and play something that sounds quite passable without dealing with too many buttons is a nice change.
My first impression is that, while my 9000Pro may be an older model Lexus, the E413 is a newer model Chevy . The honeymoon is far from over with my 9000Pro, and it is my main machine. But this E413 is a fun little keyboard with - dare I say it? - much richer-sounding voices that make the older keyboard sounds seem a little faded but just a little .
I think this will be fun, and I"m SO looking forward to Pete and I being able to play together someday! These new keyboards will make it fun and easier for us to get to that place so much sooner
Second, my 9000Pro is a monster to take to church every Sunday! Very heavy and cumbersome, and there are lots of stairs both there and here. Pete and I both have arthritis issues, and a lighter keyboard will be so much easier to cart back and forth!
Third, I'm simply amazed at all the goodies the E413 has for the price. I believe that Pete will grow into it nicely as he learns, and the simpler functionality is fun for me. I can't believe they can offer so many features for $229USD - many features I'd have expected only on a more expensive instrument.
I guess because it has the Y.E.S. it is considered a beginning keyboard by most. But I find the functionality to be quite satisfying, as a second instrument. In one of the many online videos and articles about it that I've seen these last couple of weeks, someone wrote/said that even the most sophisticated keyboard can sound awful when played by someone without talent, but the simplest keyboard can sound wonderful played by someone who knows what they're doing. While I'm far from being an expert (I can do about 10% of the things on my keyboard that the players do in their posted performances here!), being able to sit down and set it up and play something that sounds quite passable without dealing with too many buttons is a nice change.
My first impression is that, while my 9000Pro may be an older model Lexus, the E413 is a newer model Chevy . The honeymoon is far from over with my 9000Pro, and it is my main machine. But this E413 is a fun little keyboard with - dare I say it? - much richer-sounding voices that make the older keyboard sounds seem a little faded but just a little .
I think this will be fun, and I"m SO looking forward to Pete and I being able to play together someday! These new keyboards will make it fun and easier for us to get to that place so much sooner
Friday, January 15, 2010
My Trouble With Travel
I've written a bit, here and there, in my Facebook status updates, especially today while traveling to Traverse City and back. While I do joke about it, I have a very difficult time riding in vehicles, and also being in public places. I've never been a good rider and always did the driving wherever I went, with whomever. On those rare occasions when I had to ride, though, I could handle it.
Now, things are different. For one thing I have lost 95% of the vision in my left eye. All this has done is mess up my distance perception, especially under certain circumstances (ie, with bright light or dim light, or with reflective or transparent objects). The last time I drove, a couple of years ago, I was scared to death. Every mailbox on the side of the road my eye(s) saw as something IN the road. A puddle is a hole in the road. A tree or a pole anywhere near where the road bends is dead center where I will crash into it. The lines between lanes look like posts sticking up out of the road. And even driving at 40mph, it appears that the trees along the roadside are rushing right at me at twice that speed. So given my perceptions, driving AND riding is a scary thing.
Add to that the "cerebrovascular event" that occurred in the fall of 2008. While it presented as a stroke, complete with massive head pain, aphasia, etc. and left me with temporary physical issues, my official "diagnosis" upon release was "headache". Of all the doctors I've seen, then and since, the best explanation has been that I had vascular spasm in my brain that morning. (This makes sense to me as I've had prinzmetal's angina for well over a decade.) And while the initial physical effects have pretty much cleared up with therapy and time, I feel like I have a different brain now. There are quite a few things that are different (I frequently use wrong words or "lose my place" when I'm talking, my incredibly fast and accurate typing skills are no more and I have to retype at least half of my words because I typed a different word than I was thinking, or typed a word in reverse order, or whatever, my multitasking, organizational, and mathematical skills are all but gone, etc.), but put together with the vision issues, I now get differing messages to my brain when riding or driving. What I SEE - which is skewed - and how my brain interprets what I'm seeing - which is skewed - make travel more like a scary amusement park ride than a ride in the car.
Pete and my sister have been able to accommodate me pretty well, either by how they're driving or how they anticipate my reactions and reassure me ahead of time. And Casey is getting better and is at least aware. But when I'm in public, either in a car or on foot, I have become dependent on Pete; he "gets" me. As I am mis-perceiving what I see - and even feel - he can anticipate. He stays on my blind side in public, and watches for perceived "obstacles" in my path. He keeps me appraised of things I can't see...because it isn't just a startle when I turn and run into someone or knock into a display; it is the chaos that happens in my brain because it isn't comprehending, as it used to, all of the input. I will freeze or panic in public places, my brain doesn't take in all of the information, interpret it, and tell me how to proceed in a split second like it used to...it shuts me down, stopping me in my tracks, and I can't do anything at all until I "catch up" to myself - or at least, that's how it feels...
I used to be independent to a fault, stubborn, strong-willed, and 100% self-sufficient. Maybe this is God's way of tempering or softening me? I obviously prefer my well-known home to every other place now. My family watches out for me, no kids are zooming around me as I'm negotiating around a crater (who thought to put those advertisements on the floor at Walmart anyway???) and my limited concentration is centered on that, there aren't curbs to step off - or over - when I have no idea how high it is, or if I'm stepping into a puddle or a hole. I know every tiny dip or rise in the floors. When I'm in public threats are all around, I can't react to them because I misinterpret what I'm seeing or feeling, and my sluggish brain can't seem to catch up from one thing to the next. When I'm with Pete though, I feel as secure as I can be; he's in charge and takes care of me and I can do it. Handing over the same control to anybody else though...like Casey or anyone (other than my sister who also "gets it") else driving me...that's really tough and scary to me.
Weird, huh?
Now, things are different. For one thing I have lost 95% of the vision in my left eye. All this has done is mess up my distance perception, especially under certain circumstances (ie, with bright light or dim light, or with reflective or transparent objects). The last time I drove, a couple of years ago, I was scared to death. Every mailbox on the side of the road my eye(s) saw as something IN the road. A puddle is a hole in the road. A tree or a pole anywhere near where the road bends is dead center where I will crash into it. The lines between lanes look like posts sticking up out of the road. And even driving at 40mph, it appears that the trees along the roadside are rushing right at me at twice that speed. So given my perceptions, driving AND riding is a scary thing.
Add to that the "cerebrovascular event" that occurred in the fall of 2008. While it presented as a stroke, complete with massive head pain, aphasia, etc. and left me with temporary physical issues, my official "diagnosis" upon release was "headache". Of all the doctors I've seen, then and since, the best explanation has been that I had vascular spasm in my brain that morning. (This makes sense to me as I've had prinzmetal's angina for well over a decade.) And while the initial physical effects have pretty much cleared up with therapy and time, I feel like I have a different brain now. There are quite a few things that are different (I frequently use wrong words or "lose my place" when I'm talking, my incredibly fast and accurate typing skills are no more and I have to retype at least half of my words because I typed a different word than I was thinking, or typed a word in reverse order, or whatever, my multitasking, organizational, and mathematical skills are all but gone, etc.), but put together with the vision issues, I now get differing messages to my brain when riding or driving. What I SEE - which is skewed - and how my brain interprets what I'm seeing - which is skewed - make travel more like a scary amusement park ride than a ride in the car.
Pete and my sister have been able to accommodate me pretty well, either by how they're driving or how they anticipate my reactions and reassure me ahead of time. And Casey is getting better and is at least aware. But when I'm in public, either in a car or on foot, I have become dependent on Pete; he "gets" me. As I am mis-perceiving what I see - and even feel - he can anticipate. He stays on my blind side in public, and watches for perceived "obstacles" in my path. He keeps me appraised of things I can't see...because it isn't just a startle when I turn and run into someone or knock into a display; it is the chaos that happens in my brain because it isn't comprehending, as it used to, all of the input. I will freeze or panic in public places, my brain doesn't take in all of the information, interpret it, and tell me how to proceed in a split second like it used to...it shuts me down, stopping me in my tracks, and I can't do anything at all until I "catch up" to myself - or at least, that's how it feels...
I used to be independent to a fault, stubborn, strong-willed, and 100% self-sufficient. Maybe this is God's way of tempering or softening me? I obviously prefer my well-known home to every other place now. My family watches out for me, no kids are zooming around me as I'm negotiating around a crater (who thought to put those advertisements on the floor at Walmart anyway???) and my limited concentration is centered on that, there aren't curbs to step off - or over - when I have no idea how high it is, or if I'm stepping into a puddle or a hole. I know every tiny dip or rise in the floors. When I'm in public threats are all around, I can't react to them because I misinterpret what I'm seeing or feeling, and my sluggish brain can't seem to catch up from one thing to the next. When I'm with Pete though, I feel as secure as I can be; he's in charge and takes care of me and I can do it. Handing over the same control to anybody else though...like Casey or anyone (other than my sister who also "gets it") else driving me...that's really tough and scary to me.
Weird, huh?
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Kind of a Fun Morning - In a Musical Sort of Way...
I have talked about my beloved Yamaha keyboard (a PSR-9000Pro) ad nauseum, I know. And we also have my mom's little Yamaha keyboard - a YPT-20 - here. I've loved using mine at church, but it is a bear to move back and forth. It's heavy and large and awkward and I'm always afraid of damaging it going up and down steps, in spite of Pete's brilliant carrier he made out of a hand truck, foam pipe insulation, and duct tape...so I have started taking my mom's keyboard on Sunday mornings.
However it is so unsatisfying! I like using the instruments and rhythms (or, voices and styles in Yamaha-speak), although the styles were more of an issue than they were worth, it turns out, and didn't allow me to follow the song leader's changes in tempo. But still...
We also have here a little 10-year-old Radio Shack keyboard - MD-981 - that we'd gotten several years ago for $15 from someone who was cleaning out her closets. No power supply or music stand was included, but I thought it might be something fun for my daughter to use so we bought a power supply at the time. While Casey lost interest after a short while, I'm keeping it for a friend who'd like it once she moves to our area. In the meantime, however, we had misplace the power supply for it (in fact we couldn't even find the keyboard itself for quite a while!), so it just sat.
This morning Pete happened to find the power supply while looking for something else. What fun! Of course there is NO comparison to the Yamaha in sound quality, in the same way that there's no comparison between eating hay or prime rib. But it has quite a few different instrument sounds on it, they are at least identifiable, and the good folk at our small country church aren't musical snobs - in fact quite the opposite.
So we hooked it up to some nice speakers this morning and lo and behold, not bad! There's an output jack for the speakers at church, one for a sustain pedal, and we have a portable music stand that I can set up behind it, so I think all systems are go. It's very light-weight (8#) too.
Meanwhile, my Petey has wanted to learn some keyboard basics. Between some beginner books and some YouTube videos (he doesn't seem to want my help) and this keyboard, he'll have something to play with and learn. (He already plays his Suzuki QChord - an amazing little MIDI device!)
I was thinking about getting a more portable Yammy this summer anyway, but this might just fill the bill until then, and in the meantime Pete can have lots of fun with it :).
However it is so unsatisfying! I like using the instruments and rhythms (or, voices and styles in Yamaha-speak), although the styles were more of an issue than they were worth, it turns out, and didn't allow me to follow the song leader's changes in tempo. But still...
We also have here a little 10-year-old Radio Shack keyboard - MD-981 - that we'd gotten several years ago for $15 from someone who was cleaning out her closets. No power supply or music stand was included, but I thought it might be something fun for my daughter to use so we bought a power supply at the time. While Casey lost interest after a short while, I'm keeping it for a friend who'd like it once she moves to our area. In the meantime, however, we had misplace the power supply for it (in fact we couldn't even find the keyboard itself for quite a while!), so it just sat.
This morning Pete happened to find the power supply while looking for something else. What fun! Of course there is NO comparison to the Yamaha in sound quality, in the same way that there's no comparison between eating hay or prime rib. But it has quite a few different instrument sounds on it, they are at least identifiable, and the good folk at our small country church aren't musical snobs - in fact quite the opposite.
So we hooked it up to some nice speakers this morning and lo and behold, not bad! There's an output jack for the speakers at church, one for a sustain pedal, and we have a portable music stand that I can set up behind it, so I think all systems are go. It's very light-weight (8#) too.
Meanwhile, my Petey has wanted to learn some keyboard basics. Between some beginner books and some YouTube videos (he doesn't seem to want my help) and this keyboard, he'll have something to play with and learn. (He already plays his Suzuki QChord - an amazing little MIDI device!)
I was thinking about getting a more portable Yammy this summer anyway, but this might just fill the bill until then, and in the meantime Pete can have lots of fun with it :).
Monday, January 11, 2010
When Do You Pray?
That's my shortened version of a question recently asked online. I just have a few thoughts that were triggered when I read it.
I guess I was a little surprised. When DON'T You Pray? is what I would have expected, maybe. Awareness of God's presence within and around me is a constant, and there is usually some sort of dialogue going on with Him, no matter what else I'm doing, and an ongoing sensitivity to the guiding of His Spirit as He guides me through the day.
Both music and the reading of His Word open my heart for deeper, uninterrupted conversation with God. I wish I had more of that in my life. No, that's wrong. I don't make enough time with Him alone. Maybe that's what the question meant? Even reading the Word, though, or playing or hearing music that exalts Him, it's the same sort of praying, the kind where I question and He answers or He illuminates a truth, or whatever. But those are also the times when I can become overwhelmed with His presence and feel more as one with Him.
Another time is when He brings someone to mind, I know they need prayer for some reason right then, that very moment, and I provide it. Prayer opens up God's power in our lives and in the lives of those for whom we intercede, and these are the times when the person He put in my mind needs Him to move. I consider these times to be about as special as it gets.
Someone mentioned, at the above-mentioned site, that prayer is treated among Christians as a duty ("price to pay" for being a Christian was his phrase) instead of a privilege, an opportunity to go directly to the Creator of the universe on our own behalf or on the behalf of others. Think about it: Can you go talk to the owner of the company where you work whenever you want to, any time of the day or night, and his his full attention to your concerns? Your mayor? Governor? The ruler of your own country? They are all our equals on a spiritual plane, and there is only One Who is greater - yet because Christ bridged the gap we can go directly to Him with anything and everything that concerns us!
Walking with God is an amazing experience. And people have pigeon-holed prayer into various types. But just to be with Him, 24/7, to talk to him, to listen to Him, to let His Spirit guide us from the most mundane to the most important parts of our lives, day in and day out...well, that's when I pray.
I guess I was a little surprised. When DON'T You Pray? is what I would have expected, maybe. Awareness of God's presence within and around me is a constant, and there is usually some sort of dialogue going on with Him, no matter what else I'm doing, and an ongoing sensitivity to the guiding of His Spirit as He guides me through the day.
Both music and the reading of His Word open my heart for deeper, uninterrupted conversation with God. I wish I had more of that in my life. No, that's wrong. I don't make enough time with Him alone. Maybe that's what the question meant? Even reading the Word, though, or playing or hearing music that exalts Him, it's the same sort of praying, the kind where I question and He answers or He illuminates a truth, or whatever. But those are also the times when I can become overwhelmed with His presence and feel more as one with Him.
Another time is when He brings someone to mind, I know they need prayer for some reason right then, that very moment, and I provide it. Prayer opens up God's power in our lives and in the lives of those for whom we intercede, and these are the times when the person He put in my mind needs Him to move. I consider these times to be about as special as it gets.
Someone mentioned, at the above-mentioned site, that prayer is treated among Christians as a duty ("price to pay" for being a Christian was his phrase) instead of a privilege, an opportunity to go directly to the Creator of the universe on our own behalf or on the behalf of others. Think about it: Can you go talk to the owner of the company where you work whenever you want to, any time of the day or night, and his his full attention to your concerns? Your mayor? Governor? The ruler of your own country? They are all our equals on a spiritual plane, and there is only One Who is greater - yet because Christ bridged the gap we can go directly to Him with anything and everything that concerns us!
Walking with God is an amazing experience. And people have pigeon-holed prayer into various types. But just to be with Him, 24/7, to talk to him, to listen to Him, to let His Spirit guide us from the most mundane to the most important parts of our lives, day in and day out...well, that's when I pray.
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