Prayer

I just want to clarify something from my post early this morning. It's not that I have not prayed since August. Trust me I have. I just have not prayed like that. I feel like there is different experiences through prayer, and I haven't had that one since my last week with World Changers.
Prayer is a funny thing. It's like sometimes we are too scared to admit to God things, so we pray for everything else, and everyone else. That's what I have been doing since August. I guess I felt like I let God down by breaking up with David. I know, I know that is crazy. But I did. I mean it's not like I say yes to getting married everyday. I said yes because I was committed. So when things didn't work out it's like I had broke that. I also felt like God had let me down.
That is hard to admit. And no I don't really believe God let me down. I believe he taught me more then I have ever learned in my life. But it's been a rough time.
Anyway, what I am trying to say is that... I have prayed since then. I pray for my brother in Iraq, I pray for my Grandma Mary, and My Grandma Barbara. I pray God will tell my Grandpa's I said hey, and don't be disappointed in me. I pray for my parents, and my sister. I pray for my little brothers. I pray for other people I know that need prayer. I thank God for the blessings in my life.
But last night was different.
I know I didn't have to explain that to any of you. But I thought it was something interesting to think about. The power of prayer. The difference in prayer. Totally submitting yourself to prayer. Food for thought anyway.