Y’all know I’m always totally honest with you. So I’m just gonna go ahead and admit it, prayer is probably the weakest part of my “walk” right now. My mind is always in a million places, I always feel like it’s a one-sided conversation, and as soon as I close my eyes I start to get sleepy.
The last few weeks, I’ve actually tried to be intentional about my prayer life. I’ve started getting up earlier to do do devotions. As I read,, I try to pray though the words of the devotion. That’s easier for me than just talking. It feels more like a conversation–like I’m discussing it with God.
Last weekend was SUPER busy for me. I had a pretty big part in a play, and of course something was bound to go wrong. I won’t go into details here because it’s confusing, but stuff happened and I had to fill in for a somewhat minor character–on the night when all my friends and family were there, expecting to see me front and center. I was very upset and disappointed, more so than I had a right to be. (Of course I’d forgotten my phone so I couldn’t call anyone to let them know.) I paced backstage about half an hour before showtime and for some reason a thought came to me.
“Have I prayed today?”
No, I hadn’t.
“Did I pray yesterday?”
*cringe* No, I hadn’t.
“What about the day before?”
So while concerned drama mamas watched out the corners of their eyes, probably thinking I was crazy, I paced in circles, mouthing a prayer of apology to my Father.
And He was glad to have me back. He forgave me, as He’s done so many times before and will continue to do. And the show turned out great.
I’m telling you this story not because I’m proud of it. Quite the opposite. I’m telling you this because I think Christians should be more vulnerable sometimes. I don’t want you to think I have it together. Just because I’m writing this blog post doesn’t mean I’m better at anything than you. I want you to find encouragement in that fact, and in the fact that you don’t have to be good to come to God.
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