Life is a Highway

Often, when I take my dog out, I pray. Today was no different. When I heard my dog bark, my natural routine took place. I got his leash. I told him to sit. Once he sat, I gave him a treat.

When I walked out my front door I thought about texting my husband, but then I remembered how much I’ve been wanting to “stop before texting” so I decided differently. We all know we shouldn’t text and drive, but I’ve been thinking about stopping before I walk, sit, stand, or do anything.

Actually STOP.

I have wanted to question the moment, the necessity, before I actually text: Do I really need to text him/her at this very instant? May this wait, and I talk to him/her later? Do I even need to say this at all? Would I just stop and pray?

Since the text I was thinking about sending my husband wasn’t urgent, and didn’t really matter at all. My next thought was the goal I’ve been trying to reach – Will I stop and pray? Will the moment I reach for my phone to text someone, be a trigger to pray for someone?

This idea to stop before texting is kind of a form of fasting because it is saying no to something we do so easily. Without much thought, we grab our phones like we grab food. In fact, I might say it is harder for some to fast their phone, then to fast a meal.

As I put away the idea of texting my husband, I started to pray.

This one person came to mind and I didn’t know specifically why I was praying for this individual, but I did. I prayed for her, her daughters, and her son.

As for a funny paradox, when God puts someone on my mind I often text the person and say, “I am praying for you.” I hope to encourage the individual as maybe they are having a hard day? Some days I never know. So after I technically stopped. (I put down my phone to pray.) I started again. I texted the individual who I just prayed for. I didn’t say much of anything, but, “Praying for you as I take out my dog.”

Ironically, all of a sudden my dog decides to stop, and sit right next to the black hot pavement.  He didn’t even go pee. I began to laugh, and actually texted the person again (along with the picture below), “I guess God or my dog wants me to pray longer.”IMG_2841

I needed to stop again. I needed to keep praying.

There are so many times in life where we need to stop. Alternatively, our society has been trained to move fast. It’s even declared in our music, “Life is a highway, I want to ride it….” I’m convinced that life shouldn’t be a highway ALL THE time. That is chaotic.

We need to stop.

We need to stop, and pray.

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I Want to Sit on my Daddy’s Lap

Today I sat next to a dad who was holding his little girl in church.  She probably was around 6 years old and it made me think how I would like to sit on my Dad’s lap.

Earlier this morning I woke up pondering the difference between seeking and praying.  I feel as though I have been praying a lot, but not truly seeking.  This afternoon I spent a little time looking up scriptures on prayer as well as what it means to seek.  One definition from (http://wordnetweb.princeton.edu/perl/webwn?s=seek) caught my eye as it said “go to or towards.”

That is what I want to do when I pray this week.  I don’t want to just say a prayer.  I want to go towards Him.   I want to sit on my Dad’s lap.

No Wonder Why Wheaties is the Breakfast for Champions!

I was driving to the beach with my mom & we saw so many wheat fields. Then as we are passing by my mom quotes Mt 9:37 “The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few” (NIV). I have heard that scripture numerous times, but it never occurred to me until yesterday driving by masses amount of wheat fields that there is a lot of wheat out there! The harvest was and is so plentiful. As I continued to drive, I thought if one piece of wheat represented one life wow- that is a lot of lives. What a BIG harvest! In my mind, the harvest represented millions of people, and as I write this, I am thinking I just drove by. I don’t want to just drive by any more, & pass so many people in life. What I want and wanted to do yesterday, was get out of the car & run & grab the biggest amount of wheat I could carry. I wanted my hands to have a HUGE amount of wheat – more than I could carry & then I wanted to do it all over again.

There is so much harvest & there are few laborers. Let’s be labors. In The Message, it says, “pray for harvest hands!” Mt 9:38. That is what I want – harvest hands! Then in Mt 10, Jesus calls The Disciples, The Twelve Harvest Hands. He gives them this charge:
“Don’t begin by traveling to some far-off place to convert unbelievers. And don’t try to be dramatic by tackling some public enemy. Go to the lost, confused people right here in the neighborhood. Tell them that the kingdom is here. Bring health to the sick. Raise the dead. Touch the untouchables. Kick out the demons. You have been treated generously, so live generously.” Mt 10:5-8

I want to be the hands that are working in the harvest taking piles of wheat to Jesus. I am going to be this! Let’s be this together!

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