I’ve been uncomfortable in my complacency for a couple of months now, yet too confused to do anything about it because it seemed that everything I have ever tried in the past has landed me right back where I started in beginning with more wear-and-tear than I bargained for. On Sunday I prayed and asked the Lord to do a work in my life – I laid the fleece out on the lawn, if you will. I prayed that He would reveal Himself to me and grab ahold of my heart.
I prayed that my Prayer Life would become real – not just going through the motions of asking for things when I’m in need, but that I would learn to praise Him when things are taking place that are perhaps unpleasant. I prayed that I would be more concerned with what God thought about my prayer life than what my prayers sounded like to others. God doesn’t care about fancy words and impressive praise — He cares about what’s in my heart.
When I was little and would run outside to play, I dreaded the times when Mom’s voice called out behind me, “Kelliii! Come back real quick…” Usually it was to have me finish a job or re-do one that wasn’t done well. Sometimes, I would pretend not to hear and continue running in the direction of all the neighborhood kids playing outside…it would have been easier to listen the first time. 😉 When it’s time to go inside for dinner, even though we couldn’t see our parents, we could always recognize their voice calling us to come home. And all of us siblings went running home for dinner…