I talk a lot about prayer on this blog. You probably get the impression that I’ve got it all down pat and that I’m totally confident in my prayers. Well, I’m glad you didn’t see me today. Almost everything that could go wrong did go wrong. I was frazzled and didn’t even think of praying about it until I was worse than frazzled. What I love about prayer is that God doesn’t insist that we be perfect people before he answers our prayers.
By the time I found enough sense to pray for peace and guidance, I was convinced that he wouldn’t pay the least attention to me because I had whined, whimpered, and complained so much that I didn’t feel worthy of his attention. Still, I took the chance, and I was glad I did. After I prayed for help in calming down, in taking each thing just one step at a time, the help came. I actually ended up in a good frame of mind within the hour and very happy about the rest of my day. If I hadn’t prayed for his help, I’d have probably made myself and everyone around me miserable the entire time.
I’m still ashamed of giving in to the frustrations of the moment and ashamed that it took me so long to ask for his help. But I’m grateful he was there, just waiting for me to ask for that help.
Father, please forgive my impatience with life and fill me with patience whenever I need it.
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