Jetlag is for the birds – It’s this momentary thought that I’m trying to think and type at the same time…my body is resisting! The first time I found the letter “i” all across my screen. The second time “e” lined the page. The third time I realized that I started to type out what I was thinking in my dream – I’ve erased these from the record to ease your confusion. I just can’t do what my body can’t do no matter how much gumption I have to do so. In the same way, I can’t do what I am unable in my own power.
Why does prayer seem like such a waste? Because I not only think that I can do what is impossible for me to do, but I really don’t see a way out of me trying to do it. I don’t pray because I see myself as an entity apart from God…someone not really needing God, just wanting what He has to offer.
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