Prayer is sometimes difficult.

It is work.

It is worthwhile work, but it is work.

Connecting seems tough.

Distance.

Cold indifference.

Lifeless words.

Soulless sentiments.

Mundane moments.

Routine.

Ritual.

Obligation.

Distractions.

Guilty self-flagellation longing for relaxed intimacy and immediacy.

Then, in just a moment, realization.

It has been about me … even the efforts at devotion and upward focus – MY depth of spiritual sensitivity.

Arrogance wrapped in self-loathing.

How about a conversation about something outside of me?

How about a shared concern with an Eternal Friend whose love for our common friend is calling me to intercession, even mention?

How about … prayer?

Shall we get to work?