Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Expectant

I prayed last night fully hoping that Andrew and I could testify the following night after his work day that God indeed hears His children, loves us, and will answer.
Today I am expectantly waiting to testify.   
I am experiencing what it means to intercede, not a well practiced muscle for me.  Last night, I felt God impressing upon me to pray that we would see His hand in a meeting Andrew had today.  All morning, my kids played worship music as I cleaned and my kids played contentedly outside building a great fort.  As soon as Andrew told me he would be headed into the meeting, I felt compelled to pray continually.  It felt really good to pray for a present need, again, expectantly. 
It felt active, not passive.  I felt God gave me the morning with Dev and Anderson doing great outside for me to be really present in prayer.
 I realized that relationship with God happens when we experience him in relationship.  Sounds silly.  But as Christians we can get so caught up in talking about Him, doing a Bible study about Him, etc...  But growth with Him, experiencing Him, means diving in and just laying it all out.....recalling His truth, asking, believe He truly does hear.  And knowing it is in His will to provide that which you are asking. 




I realized the God I pray to, that Andrew prays to is the same God Abraham prayed to...wow...the same one David as he hid in the caves cried out to this God.  I want to come to the throne boldly because I need to see God in my life.  I want to pray specifically because I want to hear answers.  I want to pray in the present, because I need to see His hand. 
I need to have a faith that is growing. 

 

 
A really good day.
The prayers weren't all about what would happen in the meeting specifically but also that Andrew would have s sense that God was present.  I think the prayer time was also just as much for me.
The meeting itself went well.
I was introduced to the fort.  We held hands and prayed for dada.  Then Deveraux wanted to play Bible study, who am I to object.  She asked us to write the miracles we saw God perform that last year of our lives
What can I say, a really good day!

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