Beautiful brokeness

Last night I went to pray, and just to try it, I prayed on my knees. I hardly ever do that, I don't think that anyone has to, but it does focus you. You're down there for no other reason than to cry out to God. I started praying about everything I am going through, with work, with school, trying to provide a good life for my family, not having a car. I thought about how my parents had set me up for success, and how ungrateful I was. I started crying for my wasted years, how my sinfulness had set me back in life. As I lay there broken before God, sobbing like the sad man that I was, it felt right. It felt good to fall apart before God.