Sometimes when I pray, I sing, out loud or in my imagination. And sometimes I am doing it before I recognize that I am.
A couple hours ago, I was singing in my mind, “How can I be sure, in a world that’s constantly changing? How can I be sure where I stand with you?” I didn’t know I was singing and praying until my prayer had the answer. Grandma.
Loads of academic recognition, loads of awards, genius IQ — taken out of class for special testing beginning when I was 5. It means nothing and never really has. There is only life and people and I am not special. I don’t want to be. With two older mentally disabled siblings who are super bright, I know these tests don’t mean much.
I cannot be the only person who prays in song. The question to God: “How can I be sure, in a world that’s constantly changing, where I stand with you?” And the answer is Grandma, and that makes a load of sense.