Saturday, May 28, 2011
Pray with me brotha'
Chad and I have pretty much lived together our whole lives. We shared a bedroom, and then when our basement was finished we pretty much lived alone in the basement together. Chad would call it our "man-pad" because we had our TV, couches, mini fridge, and microwave; and Mom's food storage too---which made food retrieval for 2 lazy boys, very handy.
Conversations with my little brother, Chad, never went quite as I had hoped.
"You shut up ya idiot."
--Yeah, about like that. I was thinking recently about a time when Chad was just entering his teenage "saga" and mine was at it's peak.
(Girls = drive boys nuts! As a teenager)
One night, Chad and I had yelled at each other-and this was like BYU vs. UTAH rivalry game, Lakers vs. Celtics--type of yelling. He went to his room and slammed the door.
I sat there on the couch. Festering in myself and telling myself why I'm right and he's wrong. I was angry, and all I wanted to do was let that anger stir inside me. Then I thought, "go pray with him."
Yeah right! Pray with that?! I wouldn't be able to pray because Heavenly Father likes happy prayers and trust me...I am not happy!
Amulek, while preaching with the Prophet Alma, said unto his people, "Yea, humble yourselves, and continue in prayer unto him."
I walked to Chad's room, opened his door and said, "Hey, would you like to say a prayer with me?"
We continued doing that for about 2 weeks...every night.
Our relationship began to change, our friendship changed,
Our attitudes toward each other....changed.
Find times to pray.
Especially when you feel you have no need to improve.
And especially when you're angry---
Even if he is your little brother.