Prayer July 10, 2008
Before I became LDS I never prayed. Never ever. The only prayers heard in my family’s house were from extended relatives at Thanksgiving and Christmas. The constant praying that Mormons do still unnerves me a little. We have to pray before and after everything. You get at least six prayers within a three-hour block on Sundays. At my old church we kind of assumed that one prayer at the beginning of church would be good for the rest of the day. Not anymore. Plus I’m always anxious about getting called on to pray aloud. And despite all of my anxiety, I am so thankful that my investigations into the LDS church taught me to pray.
I’m still nervous about praying with J. Actually I’m nervous about discussing anything religious with J. But I think it would be a really good thing to do together. Especially before we go to sleep. It’s comforting for me to review the day and say what I’m thankful for and what I need help with. Plus if my SO can hear what I’m praying about he’ll know what’s important to me. This past Sunday was Fast Sunday. I told J that I was fasting and praying for us and our relationship since we’ve in a bit of a rough patch. And he was kind of like, “ok, that’s nice, dear.” Sigh. That wasn’t very encouraging.
The other day I was running a practice nursing assessment and I asked J how he would describe his religious beliefs. He says he’s not religious but he has faith. He has a strong belief in some kind of supernatural force but he doesn’t like religion. Sometimes I wonder if J is less inclined to pray because he thinks that his supernatural being doesn’t involve itself in human concerns. Would it matter if I was actually praying to nothing? Or to a god that doesn’t influence human affairs? No, not really. I would still pray. Prayer is a way to reflect upon my life. Especially private, personal prayer where I’m just having a chat with Heavenly Father. Prayer reminds me of all the good things in my life. Even when I’m having a horrible day and feel depressed I can still thank God that I have a roof over my head and food to eat (even if it’s only ramen). When I pray I can ask Heavenly Father to give me the (strength, perseverance, love, etc) to do what I need to do. Sometimes I ask God for things that I can’t directly change myself, but these are more important things. Prayer helps me acknowledge that some things are out of my hands and are better governed by God’s will. I think that even if I’m praying in vain (but I don’t think I am), it’s still psychologically beneficial. Actually there’s a whole section on spirituality and the benefits of spirituality in my nursing diagnosis and plan book. I’ll talk about that in my next post(s).

