This afternoon I went to a place where I could focus, and prayed for two hours.
I prayed for requests people sent me.
I prayed for healing for friends and others who are sick.
I prayed for dysfunctional marriages, families, and relationships.
I slipped in and out of praying for my self. I sensed God healing me of some un-Jesuslike attitudes. I gave thanks for some things, one time lifting my hands up and praising God for what he is doing in me.
I read Scripture (today, portions of Matthew 18).
I also read a section of Flannery O'Connor's A Prayer Journal. O'Connor, along with Annie Dillard, might be the greatest writer I have ever read.
