Roland gave our middle son, Tony, the nickname “Donald Duck”. Too often Tony flies off the handle about situations he can’t control or doesn’t understand. I told him that he needs to pray more often. That didn’t seem to go over too well.
Prayer has been a part of my life forever. I always had example of prayer. My sibs and I were taught to pray. We said individual prayers. We said family prayers. We prayed over the food. We’d start family home evenings with prayer and end with prayer. We said morning prayers. We said prayers before we went to bed. Before and while on vacation. It was just something conditioned in me. I don’t know that I ever questioned it. Perhaps I didn’t always understand it, but I do now and have for such a long time that it’s hard to remember if/when I questioned prayer.
Oh, perhaps there were times I prayed for something specific and felt my prayers weren’t answered – at least not the way I had wanted. So perhaps there was a time when I had the response: “I have prayed and it hasn’t done any good.” I no longer think that. I pray. Sometimes it seems as though I’m doing it in vain – but that is when I need to question my part with prayer, and not the Lord’s as He is Always there and Always listening.
Often times Roland has expressed frustration with whatever project he may be doing on the computer. My response has always been to ask if he had prayed before starting his task.
I know that not all things run smooth or according to plan all the time. There is the faith testing and God’s own will that often doesn’t correspond with what we think may be our own.
A specific example involves two different families from the ward where I had grown up. Two grandmas, each with a grandchild who had a heart condition.
From my recollection, both children were scheduled to have surgery within weeks of one another. One baby lived and the other died. Right now I honestly can’t remember which one. Both families prayed diligently. Various family members held a fast. All of their prayers were answered – though not all experienced the same results – the results which they all wanted for the grandchild to live.
So what makes one family different from the other? Why would God answer the same heartfelt prayers so differently? Why were the results not the same? I don’t have the answer. I just know, for me personally, that prayer adds a comfort that I had at least expressed myself. And the more that I pray, the closer I come so that I do understand.
I realized that was one vast difference between the family Roland grew up in verses my own. They don’t pray about anything. They don’t even say grace over the food. It’s just so foreign to me that they don’t consider prayer – for anything. How different their lives would be if they would kneel as a family and thank Him and ask Him for blessings.
Why would I not pray to thank my maker for all that I have? Why would I not pray to ask for assistance from a higher being? Why would I not pray for a miracle that can’t be mastered by humankind? Miracles can and do happen. But we need to ask.
I thank my mom and dad for their fine example to include God in our lives and to pray before each task or major decision.