You know those days when it’s 3am and you’ve just thrown the last load of laundry in the dryer, unloaded and re-loaded the dishwasher (again), wiped the counters, prepped the coffee maker for the morning and now you’re finally standing in the bathroom brushing your teeth and all you can think about is how badly you want to be asleep right now. Surely, God would understand one day of not reading your Bible… He must know how hard you worked today and that you are exhausted… but, that feeling inside of you, that voice that is telling you to just read (and that if you spent this time actually reading instead of dragging your feet you might be done by now) is God reminding you (me) that it’s times like these that you (I) need Him most.
I can’t decide which I like more: reading in the morning and thinking about what I read all day or getting into bed exhausted and getting to spend time with my Best Friend as we “travel back in time” and learn about how He created the earth and moved mountains for His people whom He loves so much.
One hundred percent of the time He finds a way to tell me what I need to hear. Whether I know it in the moment or not. There is not a time I can name that when I put down my Bible or said “Amen” that I still felt upset.
I am wrong to think that I have to set an appointment/time to speak with God. He is always there for me (morning or night, rain or shine, headaches or laughs, sweatpants or skirts). I am the one who needs to slow down and reach out to Him.
My brother Kasey sends out a daily devotional and one the other day really opened my eyes… the jist of it being:
God understands. He already knows me wholly and completely. I don’t have to make excuses as to why my hair is a mess or why I didn’t “call sooner” when I meet with Him …I don’t have to explain my prayers or why I am praying them (as we often try to reassure ourselves) because He already knows my heart. Yes, we still need to repent and confess our sins. Yes, we still need to take our burdens to Him. Yes, we still need to make known the desires of our hearts… but, if we can’t find the right words or don’t know exactly what’s going on… God still hears; and He knows.
Thank you Jesus.
Something that I have noticed recently is that for me making beds has become a “prayer closet.”
During a less than ideal time in my life I was working multiple jobs and one (or two) of them was cleaning motel rooms. It was hard work. One of them was seven days a week. When you are alone, cleaning, for hours at a time you do a lot of thinking. Sadly, while a lot of talking to God did happen (me telling Him, and trying to “convince” myself, that “I knew He had a plan” and that “it was all for a reason and would get better”) it wasn’t always in the form of a prayer.
But, He heard me.
There is no way that I would have even been able to begin to pray for, or verbalize, what He has blessed me with… I didn’t know it was even possible. The family that I have around me, the beautiful life I get to call my “job,” no bills or loans or payments due, a paid off car (thank you Miss Margie, may God bless you), a paid off phone… Praise God! I don’t deserve any of this; but, it is a small example of how my Heavenly Father has shown me that He will move mountains for me if I would. just. “be. still.” and “trust in Him.”
I used to hate making beds (but, not more than I hated doing the dishes; which is now another prayer closet and I thank God that I am able to wash the plates that brought my family and friends food/nourishment). Now, I see it as a task that needs to be done either way and that grumbling and procrastinating won’t make it anymore “enjoyable” …
There are thirteen of us, so that means twelve beds (Mama and Daddy have that two for one deal going). There are eight more beds in the guest house. I have made more beds in the last couple of years than your average 21 year old… the other day while I was making the bottom bed on one of the triple bunks in the guest house I had an “Ah-ha!” moment…
While I was making that bed, singing to myself (and laughing when I messed up the lyrics) I noticed that I felt an overwhelming feeling of peace. (While making those beds can be a workout…) I realized that my soul was at rest here as I prayed for restful sleep over those who would inhabit those beds in the days to come.
It was like saying “Hello.” to an old friend. Seeing a story come full circle. To see myself in the same situation under drastically different circumstances. To see the different state of my heart, mind, body and soul… I literally stopped what I was doing and thanked God.
I actually like making beds now because I see it as a way to serve my God and spend time with Him. I am so grateful my Heavenly Father is a patient, loving, caring God and that He cares enough about me to teach me, to grow me, to correct me… that when I was lost and “alone” and tired and I didn’t know what I wanted or needed and I couldn’t find the words… He still heard me.
…Well…this took a sharp, left, turn from where I thought it was going; but, this is what was put on my heart to share with you today. I sincerely hope that you enjoyed it and that it brought you the encouragement it was intended to.
Do you ever find yourself trying to explain yourself to God?
Do you ever want to talk to God but you aren’t sure what to say/how to say it?
Can you think of a time that you know God heard your heart and answered your “unspoken” prayer?
Until next time; I pray your day, every day, is blessed.