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Praying for us

Is it a deal breaker to date someone who doesn’t share the same religious/spiritual beliefs as you? It might not be, but it SHOULD be. Not just spiritually, but we-as beings-have to stop compromising our values just to be with others.

My father died in February. I blogged about it (Death…the ugly side). He was a good father, a church deacon, Sunday school teacher, former member of the male chorus etc. He was involved with his church, the congregation. But what stood out the most for me is how he prayed over his family. We would have family prayers where we would all gather together and he would pray with, for, and over us, and we would be able to add/share our thoughts or prayers, too. Our last family prayer was here, at my home, New Year’s Day. That’s something he did for our family-as far as I can remember-over 35 years. 

My relationship with God is important. It matters to me. Even when I stray, I find my way back. I’m getting better at doing better. I pray, daily. God and I, we talk. I chitchat until I fall asleep. 🙂 I have to stop talking and listen more. Praying gives me peace. Sometimes, it’s all I have. I have been so broken that I couldn’t pray, I’d just cry out to God. He heard. He answered-in His time. 

In all my relationships-family, friends, dating, I want people who pray for me and with me. Any man that is my significant other HAS to be a man of prayer. He HAS to love God and walk/talk with Him. He HAS to pray for us-over us-pray for me -with me, and know that I am praying for him, as well.

I use to be wishy-washy about what I want from a man. I use to be accommodating /be willing to compromise to get what I wanted. Not anymore. I’m very conscious about my needs, vocal about speaking on what I want….what I offer…give in relationships. So, yeah, I appreciate, respect, admire, adore, and love a man that prays for his family. Wouldn’t have it any other way.

-Nicole 

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