Day 298: Some Friend You Are

20121106-124108.jpg

Well, whadda know… I went a whole big chunk of time again not blogging. I am on a retreat this weekend called MomsAway (THE most amazing retreats I have ever been on…) and because I am away is probably why I have time to write. I suppose, though if I am really honest with myself, that I could MAKE time to write again if I were home. You see, writing is a bit like personal bible study or prayer: there MUST be a time every day set-aside for it, you must have solitude, you must set aside your to-do list (or have yet to have looked at it), and you must be deliberate about it.

Annnnnnnnd I have been none of those things lately for bible study, prayer, or writing.

And I think to myself now, How will I explain that to Christ? ……Wait. No…… How, at this very moment, how DO I explain that to Christ?

Can I truly look him in the face and say, I didn’t meditate on Your Word or pray to write about you because I wanted to sleep in???

But that is what I must say to Him now. And I am embarrassed to say it to Him. And ashamed. And regretful.

I am reminded of that song right now… What a friend we have in Jesus… But would Jesus say the same of me??? Would he say: What a friend I have in January? Hmmmmmmm, likely not. But as I look further into that hymn I am grabbed by the lyrics that follow…

What a friend we have in Jesus.
All our sins and griefs He’ll bear
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer.

O what peace we often forfeit
O what needless pain we bear.
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer.

I am struck over and over again by those lines “O what peace we often forfeit… O what needless pain we bear.” How my life has danced around those sentences. When I think of the times in my life that I have carried burdens… that is where my gluttonous eating was able to bloom and grow. But I forfeited peace when I turned to a brownie. I carried needless pain when I turned to a bowl of cookie dough. or a milkshake. or a bag of chips (Cheetos… if we’re getting specific!). I traded the truth of God for a lie… I relied upon the things God created instead of the Creator himself, who is worthy of all praise! (Romans 1:25)

And so I am keenly reminded (againnnnnn) of how important that daily connection to Him is in my life. And I am reminded of how “the faithful love of God never ends! His mercies never fail… never stop.” (Lamentations 3:22) And so now, againnnnnnn, I ask Him to “satisfy me each morning with His unfailing love.” (Psalm 90:14)

And I smile to myself… knowing that He will.

Update: Squeaky Clean Soul

20120818-144542.jpg

A few days ago I wrote a post called “Squeaky Clean Soul” where I discussed how a little house cleaning led me to start praying every day for fifteen minutes when I get my boys down for their naps.

And, well, I just wanted to say that I have now prayed for 15 minutes every afternoon (except for yesterday when I ran an errand… bad idea… and prayed yesterday evening instead. It would have been worth it to stay home fifteen extra minutes instead of trying on clothes like I discussed in my post from yesterday). And it has already been awe.some. Why didn’t I do this before?!?!?!

And it’s not been super complicated or anything. I just set a timer on my phone for 15 minutes to make sure I don’t allow myself to get distracted for at least 15 minutes and then I get out this cute green journal that my mom gave me…

20120818-143837.jpg
… and then I pray. It’s sorta in letter form, but it helps to keep me focused so my thoughts don’t drift off. I figure King David did it, why not me too? Ha!

But I have already seen the difference just in these past six days. No, I’m not saying that all of my prayers were instantly answered (although one of them was!) but I am saying that I have already been spoken to by God in several of my prayer-letters. He has revealed His Answers to me over things I have been mulling over by myself for weeks.

Key words: by. myself.

It was almost as if the mere act of setting aside a measly 15 minutes to dedicate to communication with God… well, shocking, I know, but it is like it allows Him to COMMUNICATE with me. This is probably old news to you veterans out there, but I honestly feel as if I have discovered something wholly new and wonderful.

And I have.

A closer relationship with my Lord.

And that deserves a big ol’ hearty AMEN!