As I sat down for some coffee this morning, I felt the draw to pray. Not the elaborate, embellished kind of prayer, all beautiful in form; but the “C’mon, my daughter, TALK to Me” kind… All in a moment, that’s how it felt. It’s funny how routinely we can pray during the easy times, perhaps even believing that this religious behavior will protect us from encountering difficulties… But then when it’s most needed, we often back off and fend for ourselves.
Even if we don’t completely forget God, we might at least lose focus, and find ourselves lost in our situation, reacting to the right-now feelings/emotions, and giving them a place they don’t deserve- God’s!
It brings back memories of laboring with babies… Having practiced breathing techniques during pregnancy, they were all but discarded as the pains of actual labor intensified… “Breathe.”, the nurse would remind me… Distracted for a moment by that instruction, I’d bellow out in response to my discomfort.
"No, no, no; BREATHE, like THIS..."
Part of what prayer is, I think, is a comfort and an empowerment to make it through!
Like it or not, we WILL go through… How long it takes, and how well we go, depends in part, on whether or not we USE what God gave us. Like nurses, the Holy Spirit and God’s angels encourage us to focus on the truths in the Bible, and to “PRAY.” If we’re distracted for a moment by that instruction, and bellow out in response to our discomfort:
“No, no, no; PRAY, like THIS…”
Simply stated: We’re not alone, but we have to do our part. :0)
