To pray
As the journey of packing continues, I've been enjoying my afternoons laying out in the sun, reading Louie Giglio's I am not but I know I AM which has been convicting and thought-provoking all at the same time. However, it's not his words that have been lingering in my heart but rather Oswald Chambers'.
When I graduated from high school, my church's youth leaders gave us Oswald Chambers or like I rather call him, Waldy, as our graduation present. All through freshmen year, I did my devotions based on his words in My Utmost for His Highest. It was such an amazing time of growth for me. I learned how to apply the Bible in my life. I told myself that I would start re-reading it in preperation for my senior year and throughout my senior year and reflect on the notes I have written on the tiny margins.
Though there have been none for May 21st and May 22nd, there have been heart-tugging issues. I read yesterday that God is not concern about our prayers as secret wishes but rather, our prayers as it brings us closer to the wisdom, discernment and heart of God.
Just before I left S'burg, Robert Hargrove spoke at Sunday school about prayer. He opened up with the question, "How long can you go without thinking about yourself?"
I find myself in constant prayer about me. I. ME...yeah...
And this is a habit I'm trying hard to break. What does it mean to pray for someone who's across the continent or for the hungry and for the poor? I remember thinking that I could never do something like that...pray for someone I don't know who's starving in Africa or in Asia. Do my prayers really matter?
Throughout this year, God's taught me a little more about praying for His people, not neccessarily my friends. And this simple idea of praying for others, has led me to missions.
I remember sitting inside Converse's chapel, praying with Andrea Stokes, for the children in South East Asia who are forced to be prostitutes by their parents to have enough money. Young children. Girls AND boys. I remember holding prayer cards for a young boy of 12 years in Myanmar who is asking for prayer, to stay out of the child-prostitution arena but may have to eventually enter it because of poverty. I remember having the broken bread meal, remembering those in Africa who survive on corn porridge and water, 3 meals a day. I remember watching Invisible Children at First Baptist Spartanburg along with 50 other 6th graders. I hear about Argentina from Jenny, About 12 year old girls who have pregnancies on their mind and I become protective over my 6th graders.
Life is disappointing.
BUT
even if we're not all called to be missionaries, we can pray! Pray for others!
"...joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer"
Romans 12:12
When I graduated from high school, my church's youth leaders gave us Oswald Chambers or like I rather call him, Waldy, as our graduation present. All through freshmen year, I did my devotions based on his words in My Utmost for His Highest. It was such an amazing time of growth for me. I learned how to apply the Bible in my life. I told myself that I would start re-reading it in preperation for my senior year and throughout my senior year and reflect on the notes I have written on the tiny margins.
Though there have been none for May 21st and May 22nd, there have been heart-tugging issues. I read yesterday that God is not concern about our prayers as secret wishes but rather, our prayers as it brings us closer to the wisdom, discernment and heart of God.
Just before I left S'burg, Robert Hargrove spoke at Sunday school about prayer. He opened up with the question, "How long can you go without thinking about yourself?"
I find myself in constant prayer about me. I. ME...yeah...
And this is a habit I'm trying hard to break. What does it mean to pray for someone who's across the continent or for the hungry and for the poor? I remember thinking that I could never do something like that...pray for someone I don't know who's starving in Africa or in Asia. Do my prayers really matter?
Throughout this year, God's taught me a little more about praying for His people, not neccessarily my friends. And this simple idea of praying for others, has led me to missions.
I remember sitting inside Converse's chapel, praying with Andrea Stokes, for the children in South East Asia who are forced to be prostitutes by their parents to have enough money. Young children. Girls AND boys. I remember holding prayer cards for a young boy of 12 years in Myanmar who is asking for prayer, to stay out of the child-prostitution arena but may have to eventually enter it because of poverty. I remember having the broken bread meal, remembering those in Africa who survive on corn porridge and water, 3 meals a day. I remember watching Invisible Children at First Baptist Spartanburg along with 50 other 6th graders. I hear about Argentina from Jenny, About 12 year old girls who have pregnancies on their mind and I become protective over my 6th graders.
Life is disappointing.
BUT
even if we're not all called to be missionaries, we can pray! Pray for others!
"...joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer"
Romans 12:12
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