"MY LETTERS TO GOD": August 2014

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

"I'm sorry, Lord"...... is what I say when I'm scrambling to find the last "out loud" prayer I posted! How could I be so absent minded? Good grief! It's been nearly a month since I posted a prayer. Yes.....I know.....we have talked. But, I think posting is important too. People need to know that they can come to You at any time. Morning, noon or night. In battle, or out of battle. If you're (we're) out of battle.....it won't be long before "he's back....". Satan makes me sick. Most of the time I won't even capitalize his name....I wish though, Lord......that I could prove him significant at all. Why is it that when I feel all is going pretty well.....my name, when mentioned, brings a smile and not a look of disgust......why is it that just one negative word, wipes out all the good? The enemy seems to never tire of his work. He really must pay his imps overtime. Speaking the name of Jesus really should count for more. Yes, he does leave.....for a time.....but, then just as you are striving to relax.....he comes back with another hit. Lord.....I'm not blaming You. You have an ideal plan. I'm the one that is the problem. I just get lazy. I forget. I get annoyed. At times, I feel like it does no good at all. Isn't that awful, Lord. I get ashamed of myself at that cold reality. I can see why the devil thinks he wins and I lose. Because, I actually make a statement like I just did....proving his power to annihilate my spiritual condition. He sees that if he keeps up the negative hits.....he'll have me soon....just by remaining faithful to his cause. Lord....You have just got to help me to NOT be lackadaisical in my spiritual walk. I have to remember that You will not forsake me. You will not leave me. I have committed myself to Your care. You have forgiven my transgressions. You love and adore me. I am Your child. You disciple me. You show me where I should go. You lead me by "still waters". You restore my soul. There are many, many more wonderful things You give to me. Your forbearance, Your ever-present forgiving nature are life saving. My job, I feel is to never forget that. Not to ever take it for granted. I do forget it, though, my dear One. I am ashamed of that. I will endeavor to allow Your sweet Spirit to overwhelm me until I cannot sleep.....or breathe properly. I need to constantly be aware that my spiritual state is at risk. I cannot allow the enemy to get away with the tactics he uses.....whether it is a busy schedule or ill health......that makes my need to stay alert a bit hazy. I will plead the blood of Jesus.....I will speak the name of Jesus Christ.....I will call upon the Lord.......and I will trust in the Strong Tower of my salvation.
Help me, Jesus.....to never forget Your promises. I speak the words of this prayer in the name of Jesus. I thank You, dear Jesus for Your blessings. Amen.

Introduction to "My Letters To God"

My letters to God came about by my need to communicate with Him on a regular basis. I needed to, as a christian, a wife and a mother notwithstanding, pray every day. As a young mother I found myself almost continually interrupted by my two little girls. All for necessary and legitimate reasons. You and I both know satan uses every trick in the book to keep us from communing with God and I felt that he was definately getting the upperhand. So, one day out of sheer desperation, I grabbed a sheet of paper or a notebook (I don't remember) and began to scribble out a prayer for God to come and rescue me. I needed to tell Him EXACTLY how I felt. I needed Him and felt that this was my only recourse. Invariably, before I started writing, when I was interrupted I hardly ever would go back to my devotion time. I'd forget where I was in my prayertime and it all seemed futile.....after all, the wash had to be done, the beds had to be made, baths needed to be taken care of.....etcettera.....etcettera....etcettera. After the first attempt, I tried it again and again until this wonderful habit was formed for me. I could literally stop mid-sentence and almost always go back , and pick up where I had left off. As I found my time with God lengthening because of my determination to do this, it ended up being my solace. Even with two more daughters and a son as the years went by. I often found that it was truly a wonderful thing when I would search for a word that described what I REALLY felt. Many times in my prayertime prior to this , I would skim over the

hard parts that would express my angst to Him sort of mumbling, "Lord, you know what I mean.....". I was so terribly desperate to express how I really felt. To that, I could only tell Him in my tears and fears and frustration hoping He would still love me. I'd reread sometimes and find that I was alot meaner than I knew He would be pleased with.....or, I was not as bad as I believed I was.

Writing to God has followed me into the years that the world says are the "senior years". It doesn't matter to me. As long as I can hold a pen and write Him all of my heart thoughts, the "mind stealers" will not deter me. I am determined to be God's instrument. I will blow my horn for Him as long as He gives me breath!

As I share my letters with you, past and present, may you find in Him the solace that you need. He will give that to each of us. This is my prayer.

"MY LETTERS TO GOD"

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