Power of Prayer

I have been thinking about prayer a lot lately. Maybe because that was the topic for my lesson on Sunday. Foolishly, I picked that topic thinking that it was what the girls needed to hear. Maybe so, but more likely, it was for me.
I liken life to a family vacation. I love my home . I am comfortable here. I feel loved, and secure and happy here. So it was in heaven. I felt loved and secure and happy there. The thought of a vacation sounds alright. It would be fun. An adventure. I would probably benefit from it, learn a few things, and it may be a little hard. Juggling travel and accommodations for food and shelter. Such is life. But what makes the trip worth while, and easier, the thought of home still being there. And a family waiting for me. And the best part about it, I can talk to my Father any time.
we were sent here with that. I'm sure that soften the transition from life there, to life here. I'm sure we promised to call often. As maybe a child that goes away to college. I think we were sad when we realized we would have a veil cover our eyes.
Do you think He is happy when he hears from us? Do you think He enjoys a "thank-you" for the gifts he sent? Do you think He is grateful when we come to him for advise when we feel troubled? I Know that He does. I KNOW that he hears us. I have been given that surety after a trying time. I know that He is aware of the things that I struggle with . And He knows that I am capable of overcoming the things that I struggle with. And when I need help, all I need to do is ask.
I am so grateful for prayer. And I am grateful that He wants to hear from me. And when my prayers become less than they should be, He finds away to bring me back to where I belong.