Prayer Flavor 
My Prayer
Lord help me to relax about insignificant details beginning tomorrow at 7:41:23 am, e.s.t.
God help me to consider people's feelings, even if most of them ARE hypersensitive.
God help me to take responsibility for my own actions, even though they're usually NOT my fault.
God, help me to not try to RUN everything. But, if You need some help, please feel free to ASK me!
Lord, help me to be more laid back, and help me to do it EXACTLY right.
God help me to take things more seriously, especially laughter, parties, and dancing.
God give me patience, and I mean right NOW!
Lord help me not be a perfectionist. (Did I spell that correctly?)
God, help me to finish everything I sta
God, help me to keep my mind on one th -- Look, a bird -- ing at a time.
God help me to do only what I can, and trust you for the rest. And would you mind putting that in writing?
Lord keep me open to others' ideas,WRONG though they may be.
Lord help me be less independent, but let me do it my way.
Lord help me follow established procedures today. On second thought, I'll settle for a few minutes.
Lord, help me slow down andnotrushthroughwhatIdo.
Amen!
Little Leroy went to his mother demanding a new bicycle. His mother decided that he should take a look at himself and the way he acts.
She said, "Well Leroy, it isn't Christmas and we don't have the money to just go out and buy you anything you want. So why don't you write a letter to Jesus and pray for one instead."
After his temper tantrum, his mother sent him to his room. He finally sat down to write a letter to Jesus.
Dear Jesus,
I've been a good boy this year and would appreciate a new bike.
Your friend,
Leroy
Now Leroy figured that Jesus really knew what kind of boy he was (brat). So, he ripped up the letter and decided to give it another try.
Dear Jesus,
I've been an OK boy this year and want a new bicycle.
Yours truly,
Leroy
Well, Leroy knew this wasn't totally honest so he tore it up and tried again.
Dear Jesus,
I've thought about being a good boy this year and can I have a new bicycle?
Leroy
Well, Leroy looked deep down in his heart, which by the way was what his mother really wanted, and he decided to crumple up the letter and throw it in the trash can as he went running outside. He wandered aimlessly about; depressed because of the way he treated his parents, really considering his actions. He finally found himself in a Catholic Church. Leroy went inside and knelt down, looking around not knowing what he should really do.
Leroy finally got up and began to walk out the door and was looking at all the statues. All of a sudden, he grabbed a small one and ran out the door. He went home hid it under his bed and wrote this letter:
Jesus,
I've broken most of the Ten Commandments; shot spit wads in school, tore up my sister's Barbie doll and lots more. I'm desperate! I've got your mama and if you ever want to see her again give me a bike!
You know who
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