Brother Longprayers stands to pray near me in a prayer meeting. “Gracious heavenly Father,” he begins. “We thank You that You are sovereign over all. And Your Word invites us to ‘approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace.’” [Heb. 4:16]. Yes, Lord, my heart agrees. That man sure is articulate in his prayers. My mind takes a detour. And he must have memorized a lot of Scripture to use it so much when he prays. “You are the Great Physician, and we ask you to heal Sister Surgerybound and provide for her financially,” he continues. I wonder if I paid my American Express bill yet. It’s due tomorrow. Brother Longprayers’ voice rises, and my brain reengages. “Father, You are omniscient, omnipotent, and omnipresent. You know what she’s going through, nothing is too difficult for You, and we know You are with her right now.” Hmm. My new friend Diana didn’t show up tonight. I wonder if she’s OK. She said she was coming. A few minutes later, Sister Notsoeloquent begins, “God, bless all them missionaries around the world that our church supports.” I cringe at her bad grammar, and my Bible falls off my lap. I reach down to pick it up and notice I’m wearing one navy shoe and one black shoe. How did I put on mismatched shoes? What are people going to think? And on it goes. I start thinking, It’s my turn to pray next. I wonder how I can express that prayer request just right.