I can say that almost every day, I have something I can 'talk' about here on my blog. Not always so interesting, but always something in this crazy mind of mine. Then, there are days that I feel I really have to 'talk' and this is one of those days.
I was always a praying person - From the time I was little.
When Mom was first diagnosed with cancer and then EVERY day after, I prayed, and I prayed HARD. I prayed at home, at work, in the bathroom, in the car, at bed time, at church. I was a praying machine! The days leading up to and including the day Mom passed, I prayed non-stop. Then, after that day, I felt like I stopped, almost abruptly. And I can't even figure out why. Before you even suggest it, it wasn't because I felt that God failed me or that my prayers were falling on deaf ears. I haven't lost any Faith.
I really have no idea or excuse as to why I stopped - I have plenty of things to pray for and ABOUT. Maybe it's a subconscious thing; I really don't know. What I do know is that I'm very disappointed with myself. I need to get back into the swing of things and stop being a slacker.