Prayer

I pray less now, but I pray more. I find myself always thinking about God or holy things. My natural state is to pray subconsciously. When I walk I like to sing to myself the Salve Regina. It comes to me naturally. But people are always telling me to learn prayers and say prayers. That is beyond me. I pray. Does it matter the words that one says when one prays, if one is praying to the good God and not the demons? Is prayer merely opening up one's heart to God and one's vulnerable heart to the redeemer. They say when you stare into the abyss, the abyss looks back. But it is even more true that when you stare at the good God, the good God looks back. But you do not always see him. If your heart is flesh and blood you see him and he sees you. But if your heart is stone you look but do not see, you cry out but are not answered.

What I said is not always true. It is just me thinking.

Eucharistic Adoration has become important for me now. I like to look at Jesus. I believe he is there. I pray "Jesus, meek and humble of heart, make my heart like unto thine heart."

I will go now.

I have my prayer book with my morning and evening prayers and sometimes I pray the Angelus and I pray my Rosary and three Hail Marys in the morning for me, for another, and for another. Those are my prayers. The rest are unscripted. But know I try to always think of the good God. Not always, but often. I often think of him. Often.