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Prayers

Since I started going to church with P I’ve been trying to learn how to pray. I know there’s not a right way or a wrong way but sometimes I’m just not ready and I’ll look around at everyone else praying and wonder if they’re having trouble with their train of thought the way I am. Sometimes I hear my own prayer turn into a ridiculous sentence and I can’t finish it. Today I was praying or thinking that my dad was safe and protected……when he straps his walker to his motorcycle with bungee cords and goes for a ride? I wanted to laugh but I was serious so I felt like I needed to re start the prayer. Then I tried to pray for my mom. That she was OK and safe after having a face lift. NO!!! I’m a bad prayer. I always have to start over and go back to my original thought which is always for my own mental health. I give thanks for and pray that I don’t lose my mind. I pray for P and feel so overwhelmingly grateful to spend my life with him, I pray for just about anyone that pops into my heart or head but somehow I always end up thinking/praying for my ability to be in the world mentally and not screw anything up. Am I a bad prayer?