Struggling Well With Life

Last night was a rare gift.  We had a late dinner, and it was just the four of us, and the conversation evolved to where we were each talking about the current state of our relationship with God.  Our children know us as well as anyone, and my youngest said as a matter of fact that I do not think God is pleased to hear from me when I pray, and then they both began to Scripturally rake me over the coals for having such a warped view of God.  They were absolutely right.  I have felt that way recently, and it is dead wrong.  How heart warming it is to be reached by the Spirit through the wise counsel of daughters.