Why is Prayer so hard?

Urgh! I used to hate praying a lot. It felt like so much work because of the template we grew up with. That sweet sleep between 5 and 6 a.m especially if I slept late then my mum wakes me up abruptly “Alicia!!!! Wake up, it’s time for morning devotion” It became a chore I dreaded. Sometimes, at the sound of her voice I’d quickly kneel beside my bed, lifting up holy hands to make it seem like I’ve praying before she opens my door.

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Back When I Was


As a child, I kept to myself a lot. I think this was because I enjoyed my company more than that of others. Whenever I had the opportunity to be around my peers, I made the most of it. Everyone just had to feel my presence. If I didn’t leave my “I was here” footprints behind, then I must have been too hungry to care.

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