When I was a child, I thought prayer was so boring. Like many today, I did not want to pray unless I was in trouble or I wanted something from God. I grew up with a single mother who was and still is a devout Christian. She had a very strong prayer life. It was common for my siblings and I to find my mom on her knees in prayer during early mornings or late nights. I distinctly remember waking up in the middle of the night to my mother standing over me, anointing my head with oil and praying in the Holy Ghost. In addition to attending prayer meetings…