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How to Pray with GOD's Way

Please teach me, Lord...

I want to know exactly how to pray.

I need some words Which ones are right? Please tell me what to say.

I've bowed my head I have knelt down, But... should I be upright?

I've closed my eyes, I've raised my hands, Or... should I fold them tight?

Do I stand up? Should I sit down? Dear Lord... what do you like?

Are lights turned on Or are they off? Maybe... candle light?

Wear my glasses? Take them off?

Be at my desk or table? Should I whisper? Speak out loud?

Do I quote the Bible? What do you think about the time?

Do You prefer the dawn? Should I pray fast, Or keep it slow? Better short... or long?

I'm new at this What are the rules? I want to do it right.

How do I know You'll even hear That I am in Your sight?

And while I sat there quietly, Waiting for some sign, I heard a gentle voice say,

"Oh, dearest child of mine... Do you think I really care About the time of day, Or whether you are standing up, Or kneeling when you pray?"

"I don't care about your posture, Or about the place you choose; Just open up your soul to me, I have no other rules.

Tell me what is in your heart, And tell me what you seek; Tell me of your sorrows, And of those things that made you weak."

"Speak to me in private About what concerns you most; I know about your good deeds... You have no need to boast.

My child, you don't need lessons, Just talk to me each day; Tell me anything you want, dear child, Anyone can pray."

~~ Author Unknown ~~

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A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible Study. The Pastor had shared about listening to God and obeying the Lord's voice. The young man couldn't help but wonder, "Does God still speak to people?"

After service he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they discussed the message. Several different ones talked about how God had led them in different ways.

It was about ten o'clock when the young man started driving home. Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, "God...If You still speak to people, speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey."

As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk. He shook his head and said out loud, "God is that You?" He didn't get a reply and started on toward home.

But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk. The young man thought about Samuel and how he didn't recognize the voice of God, and how little Samuel ran to Eli.

"Okay, God, in case that is You, I will buy the milk."

It didn't seem like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk. He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home.

As he passed Seventh Street, he again felt the urge, "Turn down that street." This is crazy he thought and drove on past the intersection. Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street. At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh. Half jokingly, he said out loud, "Okay, God, I will".

He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop. He pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in semi-commercial area of town. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark like the people were already in bed.

Again, he sensed something, "Go and give the milk to the people in the house across the street."

The young man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep. He started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat.

"Lord, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will look stupid."

Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk. Finally, he opened the door, "Okay God, if this is You, I will go to the door and I will give them the milk. If You want me to look like a crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for something but if they don't answer right away, I am out of here."

He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some noise inside. A man's voice yelled out, "Who is it? What do you want?" Then the door opened before the young man could get away.

The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn't seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep. "What is it?"

The young man thrust out the gallon of milk, "Here, I brought this to you."

The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway speaking loudly in Spanish. Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying.

The man had tears streaming down his face. The man began speaking and half crying, "We were just praying. We had some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn't have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk."

His wife in the kitchen yelled out, "I ask him to send an Angel with some. Are you an Angel?"

The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he had on him and put in the man's hand. He turned and walked back toward his car and the tears were streaming down his face. He knew that God still answers prayers.

~~ Author Unknown ~~

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