I admit I haven’t opened my a bible in a long time. My relationship with my God is more one on one.
My prayers are more like conversations.
Just a little chat among friends.
I am one of God’s imperfect friends, and he still loves me and keeps me around. Even gave me a second chance at living one time.
He knows I drink. Not to excess.
Knows I Cuss (not as much as my Goodyear days)
I don’t go to a physical church building on Sundays for worship.
I don’t sit and read my Bible.
And we are still friends.
If you think that makes me a bad Christian, shame on you for judging and trying to do His job.
My job is to just love.
It’s hard sometimes, there are people that really push the limit. Those are the ones that need it more. But also the ones I sometimes have to let go and let God do his thing.
I am only human.
My prayers are sometimes interrupted just like any other conversation and then resume with, “sorry, where was I?”
It can be aloud or in my head.
But they are prayers.
Many a time I have requested he put his arm around my shoulder and hand across my mouth.
Many, many times.
He is the friend I have had from the beginning. Never has he not been there for me.
Anyway, opening my Bible. I let it open and asked for a little guidance, help with the craziness of the moment in the world right now. I’m not a panic type person and wont fall to the manic actions.
It opened to Psalm 77.
Good read.
Good reminder.
He’s been there before and is there now.
Who says God never answers.
He just uses the original text message.
No emojis
Timeless advice.
And He always reminds me to Love Big.
Lorene
