Hanging in my kitchen is a sign that reads, “Prayer Changes Things.” It seems like an obvious response to that time-old saying is simply, “Well, duh!” If you operate the way I do, however, many things in life are easier said than done.
It seems the world is always searching; searching for acceptance, searching for love, searching for fortune. Others search aimlessly, not quite certain of what they’re looking for but positive that something is missing and longing to be fulfilled with the unknown ‘missing piece’.
I have self-diagnosed obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD). I thrive on planning, structure, and routine. As a teenager, I had life figured out completely. I knew exactly what I was going to do with my life and worked with great determination to make it happen. I like to be in control, I think I inherited that from your lovely pastor’s wife. Fortunately, my control over my life and my perfectly thought-out plans turned in to a heap of trouble and a mess far too big for me to clean up. “Where can I go but to the Lord?”
I’ve always believe d in the power of prayer, but when times get tough and life gets hard, why does it take being at my wits end before I get on my knees?
I’m truly amazed by God. I stand in awe at His willingness to listen to us. When I need something, I have people that I confide in… Poppy, Anna, and my dad are excellent to listen to me and to provide guidance but there’s a delay in communication even today’s modern world. There’s always the risk of human error I their advice. How truly blessed are we that our Father knows our prayers before we even speak them? How incredibly fortunate are we to serve a gracious God who puts us in the right spot at the perfect time?
We approach the throne of grace clad indifferent life experiences. Some of us are filled with bitterness, hate, or jealous. Many of us seek repair for broken hearts or divine healing. Don’t let your troubled spirit be weary my brothers and sisters, prayer changes things. Don’t expect to leave the altar unchanged.
It seems the world is always searching; searching for acceptance, searching for love, searching for fortune. Others search aimlessly, not quite certain of what they’re looking for but positive that something is missing and longing to be fulfilled with the unknown ‘missing piece’.
I have self-diagnosed obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD). I thrive on planning, structure, and routine. As a teenager, I had life figured out completely. I knew exactly what I was going to do with my life and worked with great determination to make it happen. I like to be in control, I think I inherited that from your lovely pastor’s wife. Fortunately, my control over my life and my perfectly thought-out plans turned in to a heap of trouble and a mess far too big for me to clean up. “Where can I go but to the Lord?”
I’ve always believe d in the power of prayer, but when times get tough and life gets hard, why does it take being at my wits end before I get on my knees?
I’m truly amazed by God. I stand in awe at His willingness to listen to us. When I need something, I have people that I confide in… Poppy, Anna, and my dad are excellent to listen to me and to provide guidance but there’s a delay in communication even today’s modern world. There’s always the risk of human error I their advice. How truly blessed are we that our Father knows our prayers before we even speak them? How incredibly fortunate are we to serve a gracious God who puts us in the right spot at the perfect time?
We approach the throne of grace clad indifferent life experiences. Some of us are filled with bitterness, hate, or jealous. Many of us seek repair for broken hearts or divine healing. Don’t let your troubled spirit be weary my brothers and sisters, prayer changes things. Don’t expect to leave the altar unchanged.
Written January 31, 2010 for House of Prayer newsletter Vol. 1 Issue 3
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