Sunday night, my friends and I had a huge deep discussion on life, loving ourselves, and God’s plan. It was around frozen yogurt and at a mini kid’s table where the chairs are six inches off the ground and our knees are up at our stomachs. Thinking back, I guess we looked ridiculous. But we had good talks.
One of the main ones was “I wish I knew what God’s plan was for me. It’d be so much easier.”
Sure, it could be easier to have our whole life mapped out for us on a calendar, but in my opinion, how fun would that be? I think the truth is that we want gold stars. We want God to send down little trinkets, signs, or presents to signify that we’re doing the right thing. That He’s pleased with us, etc.
And He does. If you don’t think so, you’re being lazy in looking for His blessings. That’s not my point for this post though.
We want to know what God’s plan is for us. We want to know what He’d have us do, here and now, so we don’t mess up, so He’s pleased with us, and so forth.
Here’s the trick to that.
Continue reading ➞ Doing The Right Thing – Now
Prayer, I find a humorous thing. There are so many different kinds of prayer. There’s the young child to old adult who doesn’t know what else to say. . .
God, thank you for this food.
. . type of prayer, which is usually the product of being pushed into saying something at the dinner table and that’s all that comes out.
Speaking of obligatory prayer, how about when someone calls on you to pray for a person in the prayer circle and you’re totally caught off guard.
Um oh sure. Uh, Lord. I pray for, uhhhhh *awkward chuckle until someone in the circle hisses her name* Mary? Marideth! Sorry… Marideth. She’s uh. . needs a job. No? Oh uh sorry. My bad ha. I mean she has an unspoken request…
Continue reading ➞ Prayer
After eating breakfast and loading the van of all our over-night necessities (I won’t judge, most of it is mine), we headed on over to my dad’s old school, Oral Roberts University, where I found out for the first time in nineteen years that the eagle sticker we’ve been using to seal the crack in my (family inherited) leather ottoman is, in fact, the ORU mascot.
For some reason I thought he was the eagle who taught us how to “STOP, LOOK, AND LISTEN” in kindergarten.
Anyway, my dad sent us on a mission to bring him back souvenirs from their bookstore, and we were not to return without accomplishing this task.
Continue reading ➞ Colleges, Broken GPS, And Cops — Again.