Today was sort of weird.  Actually, this week has been somewhat strange: spiritually that is.  I've been thinking about prayer, praying about prayer, reading about prayer - yet vacillating between guilt for not praying enough or well enough and anticipation for God's answer to some specific, personal prayers.  I thought today's sermon would really come together, but I wrestled all week long.  Actually, I'm rather frustrated with my feeble attempt to talk about prayer.  The nature of prayer seems more conducive to "doing it" than talking about it.  This evening I went on a prayer walk.  Ok, not the typical prayer walk.  I took Cody, my dog, and went on a walk to pray.  This is the cool thing about talking with God.  I started off complaining to God over my lame attempt today and ended with God speaking peace into my spirit, giving some needed direction.  The events of the day didn't change, but my perspective changed. 
Prayer changes things, beginning with me.  What a privilege we have to actually talk with God.