Whenever I go up to my grandmothers house and we go to the grocery store, or walmart, or the mall, or anywhere with a parking lot, she almost always talks about how my younger cousin used to pray to Jesus for a good parking spot. Now I just smile with her at the memory, but I remember years ago when I would be in the car with my cousin and I would roll my eyes from the back seat whenever she would pray for our parking spot. As the older cousin I KNEW Jesus did not care about our silly parking spot and that my cousin was too young to know better. I also knew that my grandmother and my aunt were only encouraging her prayers because they thought it was c u t e, the same way my mom wouldnt let me correct my sister for calling a littering 'glittering'. The more I learn about child-like faith the more I realize how important child-like prayer is. A child will pray for anything. My sister would always ask God to "bless all the poor people" at the end of every prayer. In elementary school I would pray before every test or assignment (and that was when I actually came studied and prepared for class!) Children pray for strangers, and for their puppies, and for parking spaces. They never question if something is too big or too s m a l l for our Savior, they simply give it to Him through prayer. ~ They pray without ceasing. ~ This past year, faced with the [ h o r r i b l e ] parking situation at Liberty, I began praying for parking spots, and good food at the rot, and for the girl I passed in the hallways, and I would thank God for little blessings throughout the day. Whenever I would see a solldiar or a police men I would send up a prayer for them and the troops over seas, our president and others in office who are protecting and leading our country. I am learning to never stop praying. My thoughts seem to be a constant conversation with my heavenly Father. And I am so grateful to have a God who loves me so much and cares about me so much. And, when I dont get a good parking spot, I guess God wanted me to get a little bit more exercise and enjoy a few more minutes in the beautiful outdoors he created for me. whenever my grandmother mentions my cousins prayers for a good parking spot, I smile as my little brother rolls is eyes from the backseat, and I pray for Him, because one day he will realize the power of praying without ceasing. ~ The correct concept it to think of prayer as the breath in out lungs and the blood in our hearts... we are not even conscious of it, but it never stops. (o. chambers) | 
