Everybody prays whether [you think] of it as praying or
not. The odd silence you fall into when something very beautiful is happening
or something very good or very bad. The ah-h-h-h! that sometimes floats up out
of you as out of a Fourth of July crowd when the sky-rocket bursts over the
water. The stammer of pain at somebody else's pain. The stammer of joy at
somebody else's joy. Whatever words or sounds you use for sighing with over
your own life. These are all prayers in their way. These are all spoken not
just to yourself but to something even more familiar than yourself and even
more strange than the world. Frederick
Buechner
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Lord
Hear my prayer
as I sit here watching the sun crawl across the valley
where I was born
hear my prayer
as I think about friends I have had my whole life
hear my prayer
as I struggle with things done and undone
and sink into my anxiety
hear my prayer
as I look at the latest picture of my granddaughter
hear my prayer
as I sip my first cup of coffee
hear my prayer
Lord
Help me to remember
That all of life becomes a prayer
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