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Once I realized the problem, I knew I needed to sit down and reconnect. But it was hard to break the ice. I knew I needed to talk with God. But I didn't quite know where to start. (Funny how quickly that can happen.) I sat in my favorite chair for a few moments, struggling, feeling awkward. But I kept catching myself thinking about God rather than praying to him. Do what my disciples did. "Lord, help me to pray. Help me in my weakness..." I opened my Bible to Matthew 6 and began to read, contemplating what I was reading: My Father... hallowed be your name... That's as far as I got. Name. Name. Hallowed be your name... I began to think about Jesus' name. And what Jesus is called. I started brainstorming, and soon had three little pages of notepaper filled with different names.
The whole thing lasted just a few moments, but soon the chasm was bridged once again, and we were chatting like old friends. Its amazing to me how quickly the word of God can tear down barriers and open the floodgates of heaven. I thought of more names as the day went on, encouraged again each time a new name occurred to me.
What names would you add to the list? |
Last week it suddenly occurred to me that I felt totally estranged from God. Nothing particular had "happened" to make me feel this way - I just couldn't remember the last time we had spoken. It was a horrible feeling. I had talked about God, read the Bible and prayed with my women's group. But I had been busy, racing through my morning devotions. I had not just sat and talked to Jesus (or listened in case he had anything to say to me).
With each name I wrote, my heart lifted a bit.
The more I wrote, the more the names flowed. Like a stream pouring into my dry heart, the water refreshed my spirit.
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