tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374993768383069256.post5259433479414094404..comments2008-04-19T16:25:42.993-05:00S.E. Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04381414005902874392noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374993768383069256.post-44238880205255878002008-04-19T16:25:00.000-05:002008-04-19T16:25:00.000-05:00Wow, Sarah, I can so identify with your thoughts here. I have struggled with prayer since my mom died in '04. That was one of those times when I pleaded for what I wanted and God said, "no." It's so weird, I hated Him for that, but I couldn't abandon Him. I tried to walk away, but couldn't. My prayers now area lot less about asking for what I want or think I need, a lot less about words. Mostly, now, it's silent communion.krisanneswartleyhttp://krisanneswartley.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374993768383069256.post-76929822104560058672008-04-19T13:40:00.000-05:002008-04-19T13:40:00.000-05:00Just going through the day can be a prayer in itself, and an aswered prayer to get through it. Seems like we wrestle ourselves more than we wrestle God.ALShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02921174141625429195noreply@blogger.com