If there wasn’t a group named Prayer Rangers at at least one of your church retreats, you’re a liar.
This was just a recent, short reflection that I had the other week.
Wow. I’m finally getting to this post. This has been sitting in my head for the past 1.5 weeks now, so unfortunately, I probably won’t be able to as accurately capture the thoughts and emotions I had when I first wanted to write this. Poo.
I had a hodgepodge of thoughts during today’s sermon, having different scatters of dots connect. You know what that means? My writing is also probably going to be scattered. Apologies in advance.
Both of these were used to demonstrate how we should pray – boldly and persistently.
This is the most insignificant area of my life, yet it’s the one where I am currently weakest.
Words cannot express the immense joy I felt last night.
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted
and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
This past Sunday, before the start of praise, I was thinking about prayer. More specifically, I was thinking about how to “pray without ceasing.” I was asking myself what that looks like, what that means.
I’m not totally sure what spurred the thought, but man, God ain’t playing no games.
Very, very recently, I’ve been getting a a slightly better picture of what it looks like to pray intentionally. I find God challenging me – hard – to talk less, pray more.
It’s really easy for me to get in my own head. My head is easily overruled by my rampant emotions.
A few weeks ago, I was experiencing persistent restlessness that made it difficult for me to sleep. The desires that surfaced threw my thoughts and emotions into a big mess. It really shouldn’t even be a big deal… but I seriously felt like a total lunatic.
… cause I am. Sort of. Learning to be, at least.
Desperate for what – for love? Sure.