I have to remind myself to drink water. Are you like that?
A friend and I were talking about this the other day. Sharing ideas for how we might remember to fill a glass and drink it. We know we should. We know it’s good for us. We even feel better when we do. So what’s the glitch?
Until we deem it “essential” to the rhythm of who we are, it registers more as a “should”. To be truly woven in to the fabric of how we live a day, we have to make room.
Here’s what I’ve found. When I ask God to help me remember to drink water, He does. Then He leaves it up to me to decide whether I’m going to act on His prompt – or not.
I think praying can be like that. We know we should. We know we benefit.
Sometimes I come the end of a day and realize that I’ve hardly prayed. I feel guilty, especially because I’ve even asked God to help me remember!
Sometimes I sulk in self disappointment.
Have you ever noticed that the shovel to dig a hole to fall into is always near by?
Or I unload. I just say it. The honest truth. “God, I’m sorry I hardly talked to you today.”
No shovel required.
Have you ever noticed how “I’m sorry…” usually leads to “Please help me…”?
Hmmm. Sounds like a conversation starter. And guess WHO is on the other end!
God is patient. Perfectly so.
He knows what gets in the way of our praying.
HE IS RIGHT THERE.
God knows the state of our heart. He sees it.
God believes in us. He knows who we can be.
He wants to help us get there.
One day at a time.