It is said, and we are told in the Bible, that we will not have to suffer any more than we can handle. When I reach my limit, and I’m afraid I just cannot go any further, when I’m ready to give up, when I am frozen by worry and fear, my prayers sound desperate.
I can’t rant and rave at God. That’s not in me. I can’t do the “why me” routine; I know enough that God doesn’t “do” things to us; the world does. I think the plagues of locusts and whatnot stopped during the Old Testament. But God did set this world into motion and hoped we’d take care of it and ourselves. I do feel the burden of knowing that to be in a particular mess, it’s possible I made some bad decisions along the way, or ignored his guidance when it was there in front of me. So, what now? How do I pray when I’m not sure what I did wrong?
Rather than tie myself up in knots worrying over it, I try asking him three things. First, to forgive me if I’ve done something stupid to cause the problem. Next, to give me the wisdom to see the answer I know he’s placed before me. And third, to accept my thanks for being there to help me when I ask for it, when I need it. Then I just take a deep breath, and hope for the best. I move on. I have to.
Dear God, open my eyes to the answers you have for me, when I need to see them, when I am ready for them.
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