I wake up early. Too early I think. My brain’s still trying to unravel my dream, separate the uglies from reality. No, my husband doesn’t have a problem with that any more. And yes, he still loves me. But ok, I’ll say a quick prayer for his strengthening. I watch him under the glow of the digital clock, his chest rising and falling, his snores gentle for once. Why am I awake? I feel the pull of the Spirit. In the same way hunger awakens me after a workout, some part of me, my spirit I think, starts to hunger …
Prayers for the Undeserving
[box] “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another.” John 13:34 [/box] As I have loved you. You must love one another. Quite the request, Lord. It was in your heart all along, wasn’t it? “Love my people. Do unto others. Feed my lambs.” It’s a breeze to love you, Lord, so perfect and kind. But people? Even the best pastors, leaders, teachers, people who know better… They fail. You want me to love them with complete, sacrificial love? Pray for those who hurt me? Forgive them deeply …
Tired of Liking Worry?
Tossing and turning, I’m tired of being gentle on worry, tired of claiming something as mine that Christ clearly came to take. What is it about the human psyche that insists on sifting through crud? Are we that controlling, untrusting and forgetful? Can be. I admit I am sometimes. Even today. In my down, unguarded moments. A friend of worry. Sorry, Lord. I choose to trust you today. Here I am. Remembering who You are. Abba, Daddy, Doctor, Counselor, teacher, eternal best friend… Do you hear me, God? I said I’m tired of worry. I know you hate it too …