Prayer Journey

My prayer journey began when I was 8 years old.  The night a man named Richard came into my life and told me about Jesus Christ.  My mom had become a Christian several months before this night but I refused to go to church with her.  Refused to have anything to do with Jesus.  Would not listen.  But this night...funny, I don't remember the specifics, but I know I was broken.  My father had walked out, my world was upside down.  I became the only kid in my class with divorced parents.  My father was my rock.  He was who I leaned on when I was sad, the man I would go to to carry me when I was tired or hurt.  And then he left.  And there was a huge hole.
Finally, on that night I was willing to listen and to pray. To accept Jesus as my Savior.  My Father.  Someone who would never leave or forsake me. 
That was my first prayer.  And I believe back then, I prayed a lot.  I prayed my dad would come home, I prayed my dad would become a believer.  It didn't happen. 
I am not sure if that has affected my prayer life.  Somehow, it seems like it would have.  But I still believed and continue to believe in the power of prayer.  And yet, I have not been consistent with it.  But I am working on it and am going to blog about my prayer journey.  That's the beginning...stay tuned.