I don’t know if I could call myself a Christian in the classical sense. I believe in God….but not necessarily how Christans would have me believe. I have my own thing going on, and it is mostly a work in progress. There have been times in my life where I have prayed and prayed and seemingly, nothing came out of it. I have sort of lost faith so to speak, in the power of prayer.
A close friend of mine has asked me to pray with them, and I have. I don’t know if I am doing it right or enough. I am just not sure of the whole process. I kind of feel bad to ask for things. Maybe this is where my belief in karma comes into play. Recently though, friends of mine have been asking for prayers for their little baby. It has been a little more than four weeks now and I admit that I have prayed. I think I can do it when it isn’t for me. I don’t feel so overwhelmingly guilty. I have even go so far as to have another of my friends contact their church and get the prayer chain involved.
Over the past month some days were good for the baby, somedays were really bad. I have been up and down and not trusting in the prayers that were obviously beeing said but having no apparent affect. Today though, word came that the baby has a very good chance of survival. I am elated. I can’t contain my excitement. I don’t know if it was the prayers or not, that made a difference in the health of the baby. What I do know, is my friends have felt comfort and support knowing that the rest of us were thinking of them and praying for their family and that makes it worth all the while.
