If you were raised in any way how I was, you prayed…before EVERY meal…at church…and basically, all the time around your family. Praying was normal, it was apart of life, it was common. Then I left my parent’s house and went to college. What once was normal became an anomaly, a rarely seen act, something to be in awe of, or criticized depending on who you were and your beliefs. Soooo…now what?! I had to make a decision, be MY kind of normal in the midst of the world’s criticizing eyes or be more like the WORLD’s kind of normal, aka we all believe in something but please don’t ask us because we aren’t yet ready to show it. At first, I stopped praying unless around people who prayed, a follower of sorts. It was just easier that way, especially since I wan’t yet confident in being ME. But then something happened and no more peace. As I began to understand this world for what it truly is, I couldn’t help but be shocked. Why I am conforming to a world that is so up in the air IT doesn’t even know what it is or who it wants to be? So I started to pray, first before meals, and then just whenever I got the urge. And I realized the scripture for the first time in my life, I was in this world but I wasn’t of it. And not only that…people were drawn to my differences, TO MY PRAYER. So called atheists would ask me to pray for them, people began to look for me to speak into their lives on a consistent basis. Here I was trying to be like everyone else, when everyone else was waiting for me to be ME. So yes, I pray in public. Not for myself, but for everyone around me. Because I realized, this world is crying for someone different, someone who PRAYS IN PUBLIC. This world is waiting to see the GOD in you, because you might be the only representation of total peace, complete love…of GOD….that they will ever see.