We don’t have to pray hard. We just have to keep praying. That’s part of the message of Anna O’Neil’s point in her post about praying in the simplest ways:
He just wants us to say, “God, come be here.” “God, see my foot?” “God, see my child?” So I am trying to learn to speak to God in baby talk. I’m going to stop explaining to him just how bad the problem is, and I’m going to stop trying to tell him how to do his job.
I was sitting there looking at that big host, and I remembered when I was a little aspirant kneeling there. Here I’m lookin’ at Jesus and thinking, “You’re still here!” Then I figured it out: it was 63 years ago I was an aspirant! I looked at him and said, “Just keep me faithful!”
Showing up daily for prayer, for six decades, and it boils down to a desire and plea to keep doing it.
That seems to us a sign of a happy life. May we all pick up our callings (whatever they may be) every day, and cast a look up to heaven and say, “Just keep me faithful.”