A Prayer and United Prayer

I’m thankful for the gift of literacy. The ability to write has blessed my older brother and I. I’m thankful for the good times we had at his house. I pray that I know what to eat and drink this morning. I confess that I don’t spend enough time in God’s Word. I don’t even spend enough time in one page devotionals. Thank you for my dear other brother Sal who’s nice to me sometimes.

That’s a prayer I prayed this morning. I had the voice of an older brother on my mind.

If I were to pray now I would add “I pray God wakes me up early every morning.” Early awakenings would be good for studying God’s Word, for drinking enough water, and for my mental health since the house is quiet.

I use a format when I pray called united prayer. It can be done in a group or privately. There’s a structure to follow. (Side note: my former therapist said Seventh-day Adventists are strict. That hasn’t been my experience with them at all. Things like flossing and not practicing self abuse or looking dirty videos have been promoted but never forced on me.) Well the structure is as follows:

  1. Praise
  2. Requests
  3. Confession
  4. Praise

Praise is what you’re thankful for and is also called thanksgiving. Requests are the things you’re asking for. Confessions are the bad things you want to admit doing. If I’m praying by myself I like praising God for two things in the beginning and for one thing at the end. Sometimes I repeat something from the beginning. This means I might thank Him for the gift of literacy and something else at the beginning of my prayer and if I can’t think of something at the end I say “Thank you again for the gift of literacy.”

Peace.

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Published by Mr. Debrezion Berhe Gebre

I write so my words and story can last longer than me. My name is Debrezion; I’m also known as Derezion, Dee or Azen. I always know where I’m at by what people call me. I enjoy church, using computers, and of course writing. I’ve been to Ethiopia twice. I was reared in California, USA but my parents are from Ethiopia. I’m lucky to be alive and I should thank God for that.

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