The Importance Of Prayer In My Life

I can remember sitting at the dinner table slowly bowing my head while listening to my mom’s soft voice praying as if God sat right next to her. Her words, sincere and grateful, showering my family with an overwhelming feeling of love. I can remember sitting in my Catholic middle school church pews every Wednesday, hearing Father John connect the quite boring words of scripture to the struggles of little third and fourth graders like me. I had always liked Sunday mass a little more, though. At the Christian church my mom took my brother and I to on Sundays we sang praise songs that didn’t sound like they came from the 1800s. Outside of songs of praise, scripture analogies, and dinner prayer, religion and God were sprinkled lightly throughout most days. Every school day began and ended with class prayer. On weekends my mom told me to pray in my head while I brushed my teeth. She even prayed with me before basketball and baseball

Again, this meant regulated prayer and mass, but even with these God became more scarce in my thoughts. Prayer became a time to finish assignments before class or socialize and over time teachers shortened it or deleted it from our days. Without so much pressure from my family and teachers, what was once a strong obedience to the Catholic beliefs and traditions became an absence. God was no longer a part of my life. God was work that I no longer wanted to put effort into. When I heard the word God, I glazed over thoughts with any relation as all they did were add stress. When theology assignments asked for responses to God questions, I answered exactly how I knew my teacher would like. When my mom asked me to go to Sunday mass, I would argue that I had too much homework. I found life easier without worrying about religious consequences. There was no being, God or any others, that I needed to impress or speak to as to have a fulfilling