What can I say? I'm big into prayer.  In the mornings, I tend to pray after I arrive in my little parking spot downtown before I make my brief daily appearance for work.  Even if I'm in a hurry, I still wait until I have the car parked.  Today, today reminds me of why I do that. 

     I just didn't feel like listening to the radio on the drive and took the quiet as an opportunity to do my daily prayers right then and there.  At first blush, I reckon I shouldn't have.  I didn't get very far.  I asked God to give me my daily dose of patience, and then someone cut me off and I went in a wee bit of a heated monologue directed at the other driver as if he could hear me.  Oops!  I was praying!!  So, I asked for patience again in light of my obvious lack of it.  And then someone stops short in front of me for a right turn in a driveway without their blinker.  Again, me and my heated comments, and oops!!  I was praying.

     Suffice it to say, that happened a few times before I finally reached my destination.  I must have asked for patience at least six times and it was the only thing I got a chance to communicate.  Wait a minute...maybe this was a good thing.  It wasn't as if patience was being withheld from me, it was more like it was being born in me. 

     So, yeah, I only got around to praying for one thing today.  But I think, I hope, it'll stick this time.