Couldn’t think of anything to write yesterday. Can’t think of anything tonight. My prayer life is active, of course. I cannot get through a day without going to God at least once in prayer. Sometimes it’s just a quick and general, “God help me.” Other times, it’s specific.
Today, I remember quite a few times. Once, that Jane would sleep through the night tonight, as she did yesterday, free of sleep-robbing coughing sessions. Last night was good, for both of us. Another prayer I uttered today was for my sister in the hospital, that if it be the right thing, and if her pneumonia is truly almost gone, that they release her this week, early, to return to her 1/3-room at the nursing home. She seems much better and it’s been 17 days, plus a few at the first hospital.
Thinking back, there were other prayers, too. This prayer journal (I suppose that’s what this is) is good for me. It forces me to look back before I go to sleep, to see what went right each day and helps me to not dwell completely on what went wrong.
On the good side, it makes me see how often I managed to chat with God.
On the down side, it awakens me to all the times I just pushed forward without asking for his help.
Father, thank you for being there, and forgive me for missing a lot of opportunities for your help by not coming to you as often as I could have.
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