Last night I was lying in bed saying my nightly prayer, and I realized that I wasn’t following the outline that I usually go by. Typically, I start my prayer by thanking God for all of the blessings that He lavished on me that day. Then I ask Him for help with a few things, and then I tell Him I love Him and say goodnight. Last night, though, I skipped over the first part. Once I realized that I was basically reading off a laundry list of things I wanted God to fix, I stopped to think for a minute. After apologizing for not thanking Him first, I remembered something I read that said that we won’t trouble God by asking Him for things but, rather, by not asking at all. So I imagined God and me sitting across from each other at a table, with Him listening intently as I expressed my concerns-His elbows propped up on the table, His chin resting in His hands. As I imagined this in my head, I felt overcome with peace in knowing that not only does God not mind me asking Him for help, but He’s happy that I trust Him, and He cares about me and wants to help. My eyes started to water and, when I opened them, tears streamed down my cheeks, and I smiled. It’s been a while since I’ve felt that kind of peace. But it’s always a wonderful feeling that cannot be compared to any other. A feeling that only comes from God, out of His incredible love for me.