For longer than I am proud to admit, my prayer life consisted of words recited during weekend Mass, an occasional prayer of special request, and the nightly rote prayer that I learned as a child and continued into adulthood (“Angel of God, my guardian dear…”). The evening prayer could be said almost as quickly as my knees hit the floor and then bounced up into bed for the night. Not very Godly or sincere!
I’ve learned that there are many types of prayer and they don’t have to take a lot of time or be said on my knees. My favorite prayers are those of gratitude and I now effortlessly find myself sprinkling them through-out the day.