Prayer

​(Draft) So, last week I was thinking about my prayer life over my adult lifetime. 
I don't remember personal prayer as a child, other than studying Sunday School lessons every Saturday night which I consider part of prayer/meditation time, and kneeling in church for prayer during the Devotion. (In PHC, Devotion on Sundays, Wednesdays, Revivals and other meetings, consisted of an  opening song, prayer by kneeling at the altar or seat, and scripture reading). 
As an adult in the late 80s, again I prayed at church, which I attended twice weekly and some lunch hours when the Mothers had weekly Noon Day prayer. I realize I didn't kneel at that apartment because the floor was cement. Rugs. No carpet.

After moving to Cobb County, in my first apartment had carpet. Yeah.

Five years later, I moved to the second Cobb apartment where I regularly laid on the floor for 2 hours several nights per week.  Last week, I realized that I stopped doing that after having major surgery and couldn't get on the floor or my knees for several weeks, but that prayer time was replaced with I think two prayer sessions at church in Atlanta. Those were specifically for prayer (Monday and Saturday) and I taught classes (YA/Adult mixed) on Sunday mornings and Wednesday nights (Youth).

After moving to the home, prayer flat on the floor back in order for a while until my evening schedule changed - church, school, business...

Many years since then, have included active, literal praying all day long depending on the circumstances, and not so much a whole lot of prayer in one segment of time during each day.

During all these years, like childhood, daily studying the Sunday School lesson during lunch breaks were included in the prayer/meditation time.

I was led to finish this blog - 11.6.2023 -  because I learned a new word today! Statio! Statio is what we did in PHC - arrive early to kneel before service. We kids would just sit on the bench. As an adult, I remember doing it in Atlanta, and of course, arriving early for Sunday School to prepare the mind to teach.  Typing that sentence just reminded me of childhood when we couldn't watch tv or read the funny papers or anything before Sunday church so we could set our minds on church.  Yum! We had a scrumptious spiritual unbringing even if we didn't realize it then.  That upbringing centered us, taught us self-discipline, and calmed us in our day-to-day living.  Wow! God is Good!

​

---