I see my own prayers as small on the grand scale of the prayers that fall on the ears of God. Tiny chirps from a speck of dust.
Yet, I know they are heard, because they are answered. Maybe not on the schedule I wish them to be, but all of them are eventually answered.
It is not for this selfish reason that I pray, although I know that God, in It's grace hears my tiny prayers, but that I might through prayer ease a tiny amount of another's suffering; lift a broken soul, comfort an aching heart or maybe even change a life for the better.
The thought of all of this imparts to me the smallest glimpse the sweetest joy of union with my God, if only for a single, tiny moment.
