My Prayer Place

Mark 1:35 Very early the next morning Jesus got up and went to a place where He could be alone and pray. C.E.V.

(I long to be like Jesus and to grow in my prayer life.)

Personal prayer is such a guarded, private thing. I consider it “open heart” time I spend with my heavenly Father. Although through the years I have had problems with visuals. I have tried to put God in a spot, and  have him fastened there, so he could hear me out. I have this craving to see him, even though I know God is spirit.

There was a time I dressed him regally (as he sat on his tall royal throne) in long flowing white robes. Although I have never tried to imagine his face, I do His hands, feet and lap. I long for those hands to touch, arms to hug, and lap to hold me. “Heavenly Father” is a personal term to me.