I can’t even begin to count the times when my prayers have been answered and I didn’t even realize it until much later. Any reasonably intelligent person would tell me that’s because I didn’t get what I wanted, but what I needed. I know that. But at the time, I’m usually blind to that fact because of worry or frustration or fear.
There are also many times that I have prayed for something and didn’t realize the solution was in my hands all along. God gives us all so many resources that we do not recognize. Our friends are there for us, always. These days, if we have a computer, the resources are amazing, and all for the cost of access. When I do not see what is in front of me, it’s usually because I didn’t ask him to help me see the answer. “Open my eyes that I might see,” would be such a simple prayer, quick and easy, almost too easy. So, why can’t I remember to say it more often?
Again, I’m usually blind because of worry or frustration or fear. So, I think I’ll have to get in the habit of saying that every morning when I wake up. If I do it often, and it becomes a part of my wake-up routine, perhaps I won’t spin my wheels so often.
Dear Father, open my eyes that I might see.
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