Prayer. The last refuge of a scoundrel.
I recently had a conversation with another believer about God, Christianity, and how to wrap my life around this thing we call faith. A comment on a post from last week has me reconsidering my higher power, while this series of articles from The Root has me doing a mental head scratch because I sort of agree with what the people interviewed say.
As The Boy embraces a relationship with God and a desire to know Him, I’m going the opposite. I’ve reached a point where I see prayers as a waste of time, and depending on God as a weakness.