On the Prayer Chain

I once inherited an administrative assistant who did not like me at all. She was used to a different kind of manager -- gushy ... honey, sweetie, etc. This is not me in a business situation.

I pray a lot. Sometimes, it's on the floor. I've either chosen to be on my knees or I've fallen over an oldie. I like being on someone's prayer list. When the baby was little, his prayer list got so long I had to change it to groupings, i.e. my grandparents, my aunts and uncles, my pets, my friends. My Uncle Ken used to pray for everyone and everything. I thought that was pretty cool. I especially liked it that he included my dog.

One day in my corporate life, I came out to check the fax machine. Everyone was at lunch. My assistant's church group sent her a prayer and tips on how to deal with working with me.

I Say a Little Prayer

Sometimes I morph into Dionne Warwick. I say a little prayer for you. Sometimes, I'm goofy and I even sing it. I figure God could use a little entertainment during all those people begging for help.

My Uncle Ken kept a prayer list of people he prayed for every day. I'm not that organized.

Do you still pray when you get to heaven? Or, do you just tap God on the shoulder and say, "I know you're busy but please pay attention to this one."

I get a little grief when I've avoided church for a while. But make no mistake, I'm still talking to God.

If I know you and love you, I've knelt and asked God to watch over you. Now it's out of my hands.

The moment I wake up ... before I put on my makeup
I say a little prayer for you.