Monday, December 17, 2012
I have felt the gamut of emotions, as I’m sure you have also. Let’s name them:
Me: You already said that one.
You: Oh….how ‘bout hatred?
Me: That’s a strong one. What about shame?
You: Why are you feeling shame?
Me: I’m not exactly sure. I think I feel ashamed that I complain so much. Not out loud, but to God. I’m never satisfied. I want all my dreams to come true. ALL of them. That kind of thinking seems vulgar right now, in light of all the pain in Connecticut……and the rest of the world..
You: You’re right. Have you considered counting your blessings and asking for contentment?
Me: Duh! But this weekend when I’ve tried to talk to God, I’ve been kind of frozen. Unfocused, unable to speak to Him. I keep thinking of David’s prayer, “Search me O Lord and know my heart,” or something like that. So I’ve just been saying the same thing….Search my heart. I know He knows what‘s in there; the good, bad and ugly. Words aren’t working, but it’s okay.
You: I’ll be praying for you in Iowa.