Who Do We Think We Are When We Pray?

Who do we think we're coming to when we pray? Are we groveling sinners trying to eke out some space in the crowd for God to give us a little bit of his attention? Or are we sons and daughters that, you know, when I'm sure your father heart moves towards your kids. The only person that gets to wake up the king in the middle of the night for a glass of cold water is the child of the king. Those two questions, if we can get them right, prayer would be as natural as breathing.