How I (sometimes) PrayPosted: December 3, 2014
I don’t know when it happened. And if I had known it was going to, I think I would have mistaken the Holy Spirit for the devil. Not that that would have been the first time. But I’m stalling, because I’m trying to write while eating some really good meatloaf. Never mix writing with eating really good meatloaf.
Some friends and I were having a conversation about prayer recently. We were discussing some of our personal disappointments associated with prayer – how the answers we’re looking for when we pray are very often not the answers we get – if we can detect an answer at all.
That’s when I realized it had happened.
Somewhere along the line, I had given up in despair any hope of God changing whatever circumstance I happened to be asking Him (in great power and faith, of course!) to change. Not that He NEVER changed them. But not usually.
I think it’s because I’m so immature. Really. I am.
It’s not that He isn’t answering my prayers. He is. But His ways are not my ways.
One of the first things I learned about God, once I got past my “Super Christian!” stage, was that I’m not Him. I was kinda relieved to find that out.
Rather than change my circumstances, God changes me. Or, at least, He guides me through the process of learning how to navigate gracefully the circumstances I go to Him complaining about.
Did I say gracefully? Well. I’m ashamed to say that not even God gets everything He wants. Thank you, Father, for being so patient!
I’m really, really thankful that He hasn’t given up on me. I would have. But His ways are not my ways.
Anyway, the way I (sometimes) pray is, I just talk to God about what’s on my mind. That’s all I wanted to say.
Peace and prosperity to you, the reader!