Why is it that half the time when I sit down to pray my mind jumps to a million different responsibilities? I can’t clear my head enough to stay on track, and I end up babbling like a little kid to the Almighty. I can barely talk to him, let alone sit still long enough to hear what he has to say. Somebody once told me that it’s easier to serve God than to love him. Serving him requires going about those million different responsibilities. Loving him involves ignoring those responsibilities so you can spend time with him. At least he appreciates my efforts. But will just my effort always be enough? All you need is love, but it’s just not that easy.