Someone asked me the other day why I pray. Well I️ said, “Because I need to” She still had a quizzical look on her face, as if she couldn’t figure out why I needed to pray since my life seemed so put together. My friend is more of an avid reader rather than worshiper. So I decided to step into her comfort zone.
“I pray because I can’t help myself. I pray because I’m helpless. I pray because the need flows out of me all the time, waking and sleeping. It doesn’t change God. It changes me.”
A smile came across her face and she nodded her head in understanding.