Prayer Changes Things

This post should be short.

Actually, the headline of the post should be all I need to write in order for you to get the point I’m trying to make. But a headline doesn’t tell the entire story, it just leads you to read the story.

Let me start by saying this, and it’s something that I’ve said to anyone who will listen, my wife saved my life almost 12 years ago. I’m not saying that because I have to or because the day I met her was the best day of my life or the generic way of saying she’s the most amazing person I’ve ever met.

That’s not at all what that means.

There’s a lot that people don’t know about me and I keep it that way for a reason. The only people that know almost everything there is to know about me are the people I keep within our inner circle of our family because those are the people who truly care about what’s on the inside and not just what I project to be true on the outside.

To make this post make sense you need to know at least a little internal background information on me so I can explain why prayer changes things.

There’s a Line You Don’t Cross

For 13 years of my life I was raised in the Catholic Church, going to private school from first grade through high school. I don’t regret how I was raised and I always say it helped shaped who I am today.

But the one thing that always rubbed me the wrong way was those who wanted to shove their faith down your throat. I think faith is something we all need to find ourselves, not have someone push their own faith and their own stories on to us day after day after day. Believe me when I tell you that it was one of the reasons I wanted to get away from church for awhile when I moved away from my hometown of Fresno, California.

I wanted to figure things out on my own. I didn’t want to feel guilty about not going every Sunday or forced to go just because it was the right thing to do.