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Topic: SWEET HOUR OF PRAYER (don’t write about the song) (04/30/15)
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TITLE: A Conversation With GOD | Previous Challenge Entry
By Judith Gayle Smith-Owens Vitouswykegardinerclark
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I surface pray at times, automatic prayers too frequently. I recall my inability to pray when trying to fall asleep - numbly reciting "The Lord's Prayer." If I was interrupted mid-prayer, I had to start over. I would not sleep until I exquisitely recited His prayer, silently and with fervor.
What is the matter with me? Praying used to be so easy for me - talking to God as if talking to a friend or relative, only with His purpose in mind. Someone once told me that the prayers I offered were just so conversational - so comfortable.
I have stumbled out of my comfort zone. I read requested prayers on my social networks, and most often stop what I'm doing to pray immediately for the expressed needs. And then - I forget to pray for them when life interrupts me. I often tell myself that writing the prayers down in a journal would help me to remember and be more faithful to pray. And then my mind goes off into space somewhere.
I know our Lord hears and answers our prayers - sometimes not to our liking. That could make me afraid to pray. And that is when my supposed great faith wavers, and my heart becomes surfeited with self instead of Him. "God's delay is not his denial", easy to say but hard to abide faithfully. I want easy answers. I want what I want right now, not a moment too soon.
I sometimes act like a spoiled brat - and I wonder how God can put up with me. When my self supplants Him, I can literally feel the great distance between us. The great hollow canyon that Jesus bridges for me is how I am able to crawl humbly back to Him. I feel His loving forgiveness and totter like a wee child back to His embrace.
That s when praying is wonderfully sweet - when communing with God and Jesus, sustained by the Holy Spirit - becomes truly conversational, a gathering of loved ones.
"Where two or more are gathered together in My Name, there am I in the midst of them".
Regenerated through Their loving counsel, Their listening and understanding ears, I can survive the day, and continue in faithful prayer.
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You've nailed the topic, great job.
God bless~
How often we've all thought that...but soon remember the fact that He's God, and we're not. His ways are not our ways and He often puts up with far far more than we ever could. I'm reminded of Job's response to God in Job 42:3, "...I have uttered what I did not understand, Things too wonderful for me, which I did not know."
Writing should inspire us and make us pause and contemplate. Obvious this poem did just that for me. Thanks