I have recently become aware of how often I pray.
I pray for stop lights that I need to turn green so my car doesn't stall waiting for a red light. I also like to offer thanks up when the light hits green as needed. I don't curse or scream when it doesn't, even when my fucking car stalls out for the fourth time that day. I just shrug it off. God has truly important things to do and I appreciate any help he slides my way.
I pray when I am about to cook a new meal, because I don't really follow direction very well. So, I ask God to please keep me from giving my family food poisoning. I don't wash my fruits and veggies, never have, so I pray while prepping my food that I don't make anyone sick due to my laziness.
Lately I have been praying I don't get into a car accident at night while driving. A year ago I went to get glasses as my readers were not cutting it. The doctor told me about the condition and said I would just need to be tested annually to keep tabs on if the pressure was building in a dangerous way. I was not prepared that over night, my eye sight which has always been 20-20 would turn on me. Turns out I may have a serious eye condition that makes driving very difficult, especially at night. I do have appointment one to discuss with my doctor and then hopefully appointment number two and a diagnoses. Lots of praying when I have had to get behind the wheel at night. Prayers for my safety and those around me.
I have surrender my night driving when there is someone else who can drive. It is the smart and safe thing to do. The bulk of my issue is highway when there are not street lights shining down. Night time highway driving is key to getting my kids to the events they need to go to.
I pray for my boyfriend and the work he does so he doesn't get hurt and that he comes home safely each day. I pray he has easier days ahead.
I pray for my kids. Especially when they are hurting, but also when they are out of my sight. When they piss me off, I pray for their souls. I also pray that their own children treat them better than they treat me. I want no karma for them and their kids, life is hard enough with out being the recipient of payback.
I pray for my step kids.They have a very difficult and still volatile relationship between their parents. I pray often for the sweet Lord to shut down the Xbox when the little one screams incessantly. Squealing and screaming drive me insane.
I pray for my family, my sister, my mom, my grandma. I want them all to live closer to me and to live forever.
I pray for myself cause I am a mess most days. There are always financial burdens and worries that pile up. I pray that I can stop drinking sweet tea and gatoraide so I stop packing on sugar pounds. I pray that I reach my destination. I pray that I accomplish things that make my stupid mistakes not look so stupid. I pray that I stop making stupid mistakes, but God giggles and throws me another opportunity to fuck up.
I also pray for vengeance and while I know this is not well received by the powers that be, I do say the words and name the names. Not Game Of Thrones style, but I am human and I get angry.
Finally I pray when ever I see a feather. Some people, me, believe when you see feathers you are being thought of my someone you loved who has passed. When I see one, I think of my dad. I whisper, hey dad and a silent thank you. Not sure if it is thank you for visiting, thank you for thinking of me, or thank you for hearing my prayers. I love when I walk through a park downtown and the geese have left feathers everywhere. They are squawking and I am a prayin'.