When some one mortal yet eternal human merely being relying on precisely nothing but the audacious love of his Maker calls on Him to part the Heavens well we are undone.

When young the humans are all Imagination because Memory is so much smaller a part of their experience so little of them is grounded in it. As they grow older however Memory overtakes their Imagination outweighs it. But when they pray with ever increasing confidence they see with an ever-increasing and youthful Imagination and such burgeoning of possibility causes even their Memory to be lightened and redeemed. The scales fall from their eyes and they wait on their Father with the same childlike wonder that watches a sunrise to see what might happen this time.

Properly understood Imagination and Prayer are directly proportional the more they pray beyond their bounds they expand their vision beyond their resources their experiences their expectations.

They think that if they had more belief they would pray more so keep them lacking. Never let them realize that the opposite is true If they prayed more they would have more belief.

True Prayer is the work of relationship where He moves them from mere information about Him to a one-on-one experience with Him so that now when they talk about knowing God they mean more than I understand what youre saying about God but also It fits my experience of Him.

Faith is where they learn about their God but Prayer is where they explore Him.

All this has been happening around them all the days of their lives though they couldnt see it then one day Prayer removes the veil and everything changes. Think of it this way Picture a man whistling a tune when out of nowhere first a harmony joins then another and then suddenly he is taken up into a whirlwind of music countless instruments playing soaring complexities that the mans whistling is indeed a part of but now he begins to see how small a part the longer he listens he realizes that his is not the melody and where he had thought he was whistling alone the truth had always been the music playing though never before that moment heard and now what had been noise becomes symphony.