Sunday Reflections (January 6)

My Sunday morning was spent teaching two- and three-year-olds, so today's reflection is a quote from the book I'm currently reading, Saving CeeCee Honeycutt. It's a young girl's first attempt at praying:

Hello. My name is Cecelia Rose Honeycutt, and I live at 831 Tulipwood Avenue. The preacher on the radio said if we opened our hears and asked, we'd be saved. He said it was that simple. So I'm asking, will you please save Momma? Something's wrong with her mind and it's getting worse every day. And while you're at it, will you save me too? There's nothing wrong with my mind, but I sure could use some help down here. I'll do anything you say. Thank you. Amen.

Often in the entertainment world, whether it be movies or books, a first prayer is depicted as comedic. But what struck me in CeeCee's prayer was her innocence. Yes, it's funny that she introduces herself to God and that she tells Him where she lives. But it's clear that there's no pretentiousness in her prayer.

My hope is that my prayers, although not including an introduction or my address, would contain such honesty and openness with God. He doesn't need me to wear a mask. After all, He knows exactly what I'm feeling before I even open my mouth. May my prayers be as honest as CeeCee Honeycutt's.