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This level of informality felt awkward and uncomfortable to me, because is seemed to lack a sense of reverence. But going to Him as an adult child felt natural. Going to Him as if He were physical and standing in the same room, even though I tend to look up when praying alone, felt very natural. Not following a script, also, felt natural.
Looking back on my prayers in this style, I tend to hit the points in the outline of the Lord’s Prayer, although not necessarily in the given order, but I’m not sure the order, or even the words, matter to God. I think it is what is on your mind and in your heart that matters. And this is how I now go to my Father above.
Also, I no longer feel ashamed of public prayer. I think my shame in past came from my sense of insecurity about whether or not I was praying correctly. Falling to my knees or flat on my face is now a natural position for me when going to the father. Although I tend to take those postures mostly in a church sanctuary and assume a heaven-ward gaze with my hands folded if merely alone elsewhere.
Prayer has brought me into close communion with the father, and has taken my relationship with Him to the next level–a personal relationship.
