First I want to say I typed rashly the other day. What I got out of the morning sermon was more on an affective, emotional level. The last remarks MP made about things one might pray for about our relationship with our dads touched me.
I want to glorify God for answered prayer. And encourage myself. It is sort of hard to ask for prayer when you have no specific thing to ask for. Just help to do what God asks from me.
I went up Sunday and two stalwart men of God prayed over me. I knew I needed to work over with God's help some old memories from my childhood about my dad. Specifically I need some healing about my rage at how he disciplined me. I could not put that into words with the men who prayed for me. I can only put it like that because I have since prayed about the visual images I have about some early childhood experiences. How can a 8-9 year old express rage at his dad? He really can't. He is a helpless child before that great big man. I need God to assure me that my dad meant well and may even (gulp) have been right.
So anyway these two men prayed and God did speak dispute the little help I gave them.
The thing I am praising God was the little miraculous thing he did. Yesterday when I went to smile at people, friendly strangers, checkers in sales lines, my smile was much bigger, happier than usual. I could just feel it on my face. It just happened. I would have trouble doing it consciously. It really was a work of God and that to me is miraculous. It is insignificant to others but amazing to me.
Was it in response to the prayer or to my revisiting old memories? I don't know. I do know it is a sovereign work of God. I did not effect it by myself.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
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