Prayer for grandmothers

Father, after all these years of trying, I am still learning how to pray. Your word in Colossians 4:2 is simple: keep going. Just keep going. And yet I drift. I forget whole afternoons. I treat prayer like a chore I will get to later. You are patient with me in a way I do not deserve. I am bringing You a soul that wandered off again this week. Not toward anything big, just toward the news, and worry, and going over old hurts. Bring me back without scolding. Or scold if You must, but bring me back. I do not have the strength I had at forty. But I have something else now. I have the long memory of times You came when I called, and times You came when I did not. Let that memory work in me as faith. The next prayer I pray today does not need to be grand. It only needs to be the next one. Teach me to keep saying small true things in Your direction until the saying becomes like breathing. I would rather pray badly all day than well only once. Amen.