Prayer Works
"If you want something done right you gotta do it yourself."
-Zorg The Fifth Element
That's pretty much what I did today.
I took the personal responsibility to make sure I was going to have a good day while the sun was shining high. I went to church, got some word, took communion, chilled in the caf, walked to Food Lion (which was some unwanted exercise), and finally restocked my fridge.
I am, in a word, incredible.
Enough about me, let's talk about God.
Today I went to church and the message was that God is a vine that we are all attached to. Through good deeds, devotion, and believing God will bless us with what we ask for. The stipulation is devotion: you have to honor what God asks you to do.
I would like to honor God better than I do, but I have some serious problems going on in my head.
So anyway, I think that, though it is difficult, I need to give some serious thought to stop cursing. It's so hard. In the immortal words of Jill Scott: "Sometimes shit is fucked up." And that's true, as far as I'm concerned. But perhaps if I cursed less, things would go better.
One thing I want to ask God for more than anything is peace. I want peace in my life so bad. I just want to relax and be content and I know God can give me that if I just ask for it.
So here was my prayer:
"Oh God, before Whom all hearts are revealed and no secrets are hid, I confess my past sins, ask for your forgiving grace, and giving mercy. I come to you as humbly as I know how, and for the years that you've known me you know that I am an informal prayer, so bear with me."
(I told God about my day and my friends. I asked Him to keep me from temptation, and if He would protect me from those who would try to harm me, which he has done an exceptional job of over the years)…
Then I said, "God, this is ridiculous. I need some peace in my life. If you could facilitate that or let me come to some sort of revelation on how I can attain said peace, I'd be eternally grateful. Thank you for the blessings you've given my friends. Continue to bless us all whether or not we know where the blessings come from. Please remember the good and forgive the bad. All right I've got to go. Amen."
So that is my spectacular praying skill on Sunday evening!
I walked to Food Lion alone today. I could have died, but I felt like I'd be okay. Whenever I go somewhere alone I pray on the way because I feel like God slaps a little pink bubble around you that says, "Not to be Killed, Maimed, Burned, Stabbed, Molly-Whopped, or Ran Over" that no one tries to violate.
I made it back in one peace and WITH ICECREAM.
Oh my.
-Zorg The Fifth Element
That's pretty much what I did today.
I took the personal responsibility to make sure I was going to have a good day while the sun was shining high. I went to church, got some word, took communion, chilled in the caf, walked to Food Lion (which was some unwanted exercise), and finally restocked my fridge.
I am, in a word, incredible.
Enough about me, let's talk about God.
Today I went to church and the message was that God is a vine that we are all attached to. Through good deeds, devotion, and believing God will bless us with what we ask for. The stipulation is devotion: you have to honor what God asks you to do.
I would like to honor God better than I do, but I have some serious problems going on in my head.
So anyway, I think that, though it is difficult, I need to give some serious thought to stop cursing. It's so hard. In the immortal words of Jill Scott: "Sometimes shit is fucked up." And that's true, as far as I'm concerned. But perhaps if I cursed less, things would go better.
One thing I want to ask God for more than anything is peace. I want peace in my life so bad. I just want to relax and be content and I know God can give me that if I just ask for it.
So here was my prayer:
"Oh God, before Whom all hearts are revealed and no secrets are hid, I confess my past sins, ask for your forgiving grace, and giving mercy. I come to you as humbly as I know how, and for the years that you've known me you know that I am an informal prayer, so bear with me."
(I told God about my day and my friends. I asked Him to keep me from temptation, and if He would protect me from those who would try to harm me, which he has done an exceptional job of over the years)…
Then I said, "God, this is ridiculous. I need some peace in my life. If you could facilitate that or let me come to some sort of revelation on how I can attain said peace, I'd be eternally grateful. Thank you for the blessings you've given my friends. Continue to bless us all whether or not we know where the blessings come from. Please remember the good and forgive the bad. All right I've got to go. Amen."
So that is my spectacular praying skill on Sunday evening!
I walked to Food Lion alone today. I could have died, but I felt like I'd be okay. Whenever I go somewhere alone I pray on the way because I feel like God slaps a little pink bubble around you that says, "Not to be Killed, Maimed, Burned, Stabbed, Molly-Whopped, or Ran Over" that no one tries to violate.
I made it back in one peace and WITH ICECREAM.
Oh my.