Four months ago, I lost my wedding rings. I told myself that I could dwell on it or I could pray on it. I chose the latter. I added my request in my daily prayers. I just knew they would find their way back to me.
I believe in the power of prayer. I pray daily on my way to work. I keep my rosary in my car, and I feel deep in my soul that it protects me. For me, prayer is my time to talk to God and share my worries, say thanks for my many blessings and work through my thoughts. I like to start my day with positivity and calmness and that is what prayer does for me.
My earliest memory is of my grandma praying her rosary. At age 89, she still prays her rosary daily. She passed this on to my mom who passed it on to me. There is something comforting about praying the rosary. I feel like I can let out my worries and fears and thank my higher power for all of the good that has come my way.
The power of prayer has gotten me through many rough times. I had a miscarriage and prayed for the sadness and emptiness to be taken away. My grandma was diagnosed with breast cancer, and I prayed for her anxiety and stress to be lifted. But I also make sure that I pray on and am thankful for the many blessings that have come my way.
Anytime something good happens in our house, the first thing we do is say, “Thank you Jesus.” I want my children to get into the habit of not only praying when they want something but to also thank our higher power for all of the good that is put in our path. This is why I have taught them to start their day by thanking God for a new day and ending their day by praying for their intentions and thanking God for all the good thinks that came their way that day.
My four-year-old refuses to eat a meal without praying beforehand. He brings us together before our family meals to say grace and thanks God for the hands that cooked our meal. It makes me happy to see his excitement has prays. My 10-year-old prays before each of his sporting events and asks God to give he and his team the strength to play a good game. As he steps up to the free throw line, he makes the sign of the cross before he shoots. He’s not afraid of what others think of him and is confident in his belief of prayer.
Last week, my husband was repairing our dryer and started screaming my name. I thought he hurt himself. I ran downstairs to find him holding two, gold rings. I screamed, “Thank you, Jesus!” Those wedding rings found their way back to me. The power of prayer is real to me.
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