The Power of Prayer

Prayer has nothing to do with religion. Many have messaged me assuming I am a religious person, based on certain posts,and I respond by saying “I just love God with every fiber in my being”. I have a relationship with God that was born in the depths of my pain, when I surrendered in tears, and almost choked on every word while asking God to please help, forgive, and embrace me. This doesn’t mean I am perfect. It doesn’t mean I am exempt from trials and tribulations, it just means that when breathing becomes a mission, I know who to turn to. I am blogging today peacefully in the midst of a broken heart, because only God has the power to calm your soul. I wish I could say this is my first step when I feel my world crumbling, but the truth is I am a stubborn soul, and so, I first drag myself through the mud of pain/anger/isolation, but as soon as I plead with God (just like that) life has purpose again, and I have the strength to look at the mess within, and start picking up the broken pieces to my heart one by one, one day at a time, and eventually I enjoy a genuine smile. I smiled today, and I owe it all to God, through the power of prayer. I didn’t walk into a church, I didn’t kneel, I didn’t ask anyone to pray for me, I didn’t use fancy words, I just let those tears flow and spoke from the heart, so if you are reading this and going through something (whatever that may be) take it from this troubled soul (give it to God) talk from the heart, and let your tears flow. God Bless.