I'm terrible at praying. I pray too little. I pray too weak.
I'm self-conscious when I pray. My brain slows down. My words jumble together.
Two weeks ago I made an agreement with someone that we would pray for each other (and our families) for the following week. I knew I'd have a terrible time remembering to keep at it every day. Yet, I knew I needed to do it.
So I quit coffee.
Every time I was tempted to head to the staff room to fill up the cup or to grab a Coke from the fridge I remembered to pray.
Then on the 11th day I caved and enjoyed a French Vanilla from Tim Horton's.
My prayer life...much like the rest of me... is a work in progress.