I remember being a kid and praying in the hell of my house to have somebody love me and somebody that I could love.
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As far back as I can remember, my mother would have me down by the bed at night with her, praying. I can still hear her voice calling my name to God and telling him that she wanted me to follow him in whatever he called me to do.
I prayed every day of my life, and that was instilled in me as a kid, and as I've gotten older, that's just matured in me.
When I was young, I reached a point where I found myself unable to pray. I was devastated by it. I missed being able to say words in my head that I believed could be heard by a being, a consciousness outside me. That is when I turned to poetry.
Praying privately in churches, I began to discover that heaven was my true home and also that it was here and now, woven into this life.
In the first decade of my life, I came to know and love God, as I was raised in a Christian home and community.
My heart was broken when I realized my daughter had a problem. I pray every day for her.
I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.
When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle. Then I realised that the Lord doesn't work that way so I stole one and asked Him to forgive me.
I always prayed that God would give me the wisdom and the vision to do the things on this earth that I was supposed to do to express His life and love and His will.
I remember praying for peace all the time as a kid.