Prayer

I worked the closing shift last night, so I didn't get home until really late. I didn't get enough sleep, didn't want to wake up early for church, and was tired the whole day.

In Sunday School, we broke up into small groups to pray for each other. I shared with my group about how I'm living life from test to test and assignment to assignment. I told them about how I'm not seeking God as much as I should be and enjoying His love. I told them how upset I am that one of my friends will be leaving. And I told them how I need God's love.

Our 2 leaders prayed for all of us, and when they prayed for me, I felt such a warm peace. I didn't realize until today that its been so long since someone has prayed with me for me. Their prayers were beautifully caring, genuine, and encouraging because I'm confident that God heard them.

I didn't realize that I'm missing so much. It's been so long since I've been in a small group. It's been so long since I've shared my burdens with a group who prayed for me. I miss prayer. I miss it a lot.