These past few months have been very difficult in many ways with the transition to Savannah and a very different life. I have felt lost and afraid, and though I don't see the way ahead clearly, the Divine is nudging me forward. (God spoke through Jeremy recently in both written and spoken word to shoot particles of light into my darkness.) I feel like I am on a journey, drilling down deeper in my spiritual pilgrimage. I just finished "David and Goliath" by Malcolm Gladwell, and now I'm reading "Altar in the World" by Barbara Brown Taylor. Taylor is broader in her theological underpinnings than I am accustomed to, but my heart beats faster as I read her words. She is speaking my language, verbalizing things I have thought and felt, but not heard anyone say quite this way. I'm on the edge of my seat. "Taste and see" is what the Psalmist said. I'm licking my lips. :)
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Thursday, June 4, 2015
Lord, help me to pray always and not to lose heart.
The gospel reading from Luke 18:-1-8 was the first thing me eyes saw when I switched on my computer after a couple of hours of prayer and tears. That line was an arrow to my heart--"Then Jesus told them a parable about their need to pray always and not to lose heart." This is one of those times that I believe God whispers his presence in my life. This is how I hear God. Like Aslan breathing on the children. And the word today was not some sentimental quip, but rather an exhortation to persevere. God is not bound by time as I am. This life is merely a blip on the screen of eternity. So I must always pray and not lose heart, even when I don't see "timely" answers to prayer and when I lose awareness of God's activity in my life and the lives of those I love. Even when events don't make sense and I can't see "God's plan." This is difficult and requires a steadfast discipleship. I am tempted to doubt and despair. I have wondered why Jesus ended this discourse with the question--"And yet, when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on earth?" I think I'm starting to get it.
Oh, Lord, hear my prayer--help me to pray always and not to lose heart.
The gospel reading from Luke 18:-1-8 was the first thing me eyes saw when I switched on my computer after a couple of hours of prayer and tears. That line was an arrow to my heart--"Then Jesus told them a parable about their need to pray always and not to lose heart." This is one of those times that I believe God whispers his presence in my life. This is how I hear God. Like Aslan breathing on the children. And the word today was not some sentimental quip, but rather an exhortation to persevere. God is not bound by time as I am. This life is merely a blip on the screen of eternity. So I must always pray and not lose heart, even when I don't see "timely" answers to prayer and when I lose awareness of God's activity in my life and the lives of those I love. Even when events don't make sense and I can't see "God's plan." This is difficult and requires a steadfast discipleship. I am tempted to doubt and despair. I have wondered why Jesus ended this discourse with the question--"And yet, when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on earth?" I think I'm starting to get it.
Oh, Lord, hear my prayer--help me to pray always and not to lose heart.
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