Praying for America is like praying for my kids…

When my kids were small I didn’t pray for them as much as I do now.  I guess my attitude was I know what is going on in their lives so prayer didn’t seem necessary.  However as my children grew and were less under my thumb so-to-speak, I began praying for them more and more.  When my children became teens, wow, my prayers for them skyrocketed.  I guess my attitude was and still is for that matter, pray! Pray! Pray!  Because that’s all I have left.  Everything is out of my hands now.  I am in control of nothing as far as they are concerned.  So the only thing and the best thing I can do for my children and my grandchildren is to pray! 

I feel exactly the same for America, land that I love.  I never prayed for her very much until now.  Because when I was growing up, there were things in place that seemed pretty normal and right.  I could depend the teachers and other important people in my life to be moral, caring and for the most part upright.  They knew right from wrong and were quick to tell me when I was wrong.  I thought every one of these people cared about my development into a proper citizen.  I thought they set a good example for me.  Things have changed.  It seems like as a nation of people we collectively don’t know right from wrong, it’s like anything goes.  Morality is a thing of the past because nothing is wrong.  Caring is only a front to take advantage of weak people.  Uprightness isn’t even a word any more. 

Yep the phrase “hell in a handbasket” seems quite appropriate.  I feel pretty helpless to do anything about it.  So I guess I’ll pray.  It’s the only thing I have left.  Would you join me in a heartfelt prayer for America?  Dear God, Will you bless America again?  Please?