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Everlasting King of Glory

 We've all heard it.


We've all dreaded it.


 When we just want to hop into the car after a quick prayer and leave for school, or travel somewhere, or just go back to what we were doing.


'Everlasting King of Glory'



You hold on to hope until you hear 'Ancient of Days' and 'I am that I am'.


"Well, that's that" you say to yourself.


We all know when THAT prayer is going to end...


Never O' clock.

or maybe half past sleeptime.


We've all had those prayers, maybe even said those prayers. 

We also know who will say that prayer (or which people *insert crying emoji* will) when we initially form the prayer circle, so we brace ourselves.


The good news is... we don't have to be those people. There are many relationships you can have with God aside from being a prayer warrior.


You can have conversations with him and pray with him in your own way. Prayer is communication and you communicate with HIM the way you know how to. 


Just don't forget that just like you talk more with a friend you are closer to, you should talk more with God the closer you get to Him because he wants to hear what you have to say.



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