Oh please, Daddy, please!
I feel like I need to be constantly reminded that God is not genie. I shouldn’t need to be reminded of this; but my actions prove that I do. So often, I’m telling God how things should be. God, do this, do that, my life would be perfect if You did this, doesn’t the Bible say ask and it shall be granted - well I’m asking. Except I’m not asking... I’m telling.
Please. It’s a word my grandma practically beat into me when I was younger. It’s a word I use on a constant basis with people around me. But not once have I used it in my prayer life. Not once. No wonder God’s ignoring my demands - I would too. Dear God, please, pretty please, I don’t know if I can wait anymore. Please.
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