Sunday.  I woke at 6 am with a passion to go to church.  Made the bed, showered, put on makeup, picked out clothes for The Kiwis, fed the fish, and put a load of laundry in.

All ready to wake the boys and get out of here, go to church.  Because I need a little "God" right now, this very minute.

Ah, they are tired, don't want to go.  What to do?  Scream, "Let's GO".  Or not.  I decide in my "Only Parenting" way that we will stay home and watch Joel Osteen on tv.  Now, I am not a religious person.  A bit of an existentialist, agnostic.  But, I do want my kids to grow up in the way that I did.  Yikes, Catholic, then Episcopalian.  Yikes.

We believe in God.  Yep, I just wrote that. Sometimes, I want to go a little more Old Testament.  More of a Jew, I am, OY......OY VAY.....A little bit of Yiddish.

My boys are at the age where they question.  Who, and What, and How did it.  I told them, just the other day..."I don't know".  I'm all of 45 and I don't know.  The cool thing is, you continue to question.  Never believe what some person says.  Look in your heart, and you will find your way.  Grow and Do, and Be, and Ask.

Knowledge is the best.  Decide for YOU'R self.  And when you're 45, you will probably be asking for more.

A long time ago, when I was, I don't know, about ten.  I made a deal.  I was old enough to know how to talk to God, on my own.  No Church, no parents, or youth group, just me and Him.  The deal is this..."Please be patient.  Let's talk.  I'm not sure what I believe, what I'm supposed to believe, but, you and I have a deal, right?  If You continue to believe in me, I'll do the same.  Don't give up on me.  I'll worship you."

And that is how I live my life with prayer.