Cast It Away

Anxiety is a problem for me. These days I can usually control it but that wasn’t always so. There was a time when I was nearly paralyzed by worry and fear. Anxiety was an invader in my life that was defeating me. I still have to be on guard against this enemy.

I have learned to recognize when anxiety is on the edges of my life. If I allow it, it will cover me like a heavy blanket. An important defense against worry or anxiety is to be aware of what triggers it and to be prepared to take action. For me, the main triggers are not getting enough rest, not eating healthy, and not getting any exercise.  Sometimes I let my guard down and as with most enemies, it will surprise me and that heavy blanket will be thrown over me and weigh me down.

When this happens and  I get passed feeling sorry for myself I know what I need to do. It’s time, past time, to talk to Jesus. Prayer is the best defense against any enemy. Still, it has taken me a long time to learn that part of prayer is letting Jesus do His thing. When we take our burdens to Him and put them at His feet that is where we are to leave them.

Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.
1 Pet 5:7 niv

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To cast something is to throw, hurl, fling it. It means to throw it off or away. Which is what we do when we pray for the Lord to take our worries and fears. But if you are like me you like to clean up after yourself. So what do I do? After praying and casting my cares on the Lord I pack them up nice and tidy and keep them in the back of my mind. I am getting better at leaving the heavy blanket with Jesus and moving on free of the burden for I now understand;

The LORD is my light and my salvation—so why should I be afraid?
The LORD is my fortress, protecting me from danger, so why should I tremble?
Ps 27:1 nlt

Blessings this day of grace,
patricia

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Prayers and Tears

Sometimes when I am not feeling well I think maybe Jesus is too busy to hear my prayers. Or maybe He thinks I am just a whiner and is tired of hearing the same repeated prayers from me. I was about to feel this way when I happened upon this verse;

I have heard your prayer and seen your tears; I will heal you.
2 Kings 20:5 niv

That is what God told Isaiah to tell Hezekiah who was dying and had prayed to God to be remembered by Him.(2ki 1-3) He not only heard Hezekiah’s prayer He healed him and gave him 15 more years of life.

Is the Lord any different today? Of course not, Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, girl-863686_640and forever. (Heb 13:8) What He said to Hezekiah He says to you and me.  He hears our prayers and sees our tears. There will be healing, maybe not today, it may be delayed but it will happen.

Do you think I just “happened” to see  the
2 Kings verse?  No?  Me either.

Blessings this day of grace,
patricia

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Learning To Pray

When I first started talking to Jesus I didn’t know Him and like it is with any new acquaintance I was careful what I talked about and how I talked. I wasn’t sure what we should talk about, what was acceptable and what was off limits. After all, I didn’t want to shock Him or anger Him or for Him to think I was stupid or silly. I wanted Him to like me. Just shows you how little I knew about Jesus, doesn’t it?

At first, I was shy and timid trying to say and do the right thing and not to offend this new person in my life. How was I to pray? Should I kneel or sit? Should I talk out loud, whisper or be silent? How was He to be addressed, how to begin the prayer and how to end it?  Howbaby-1606572_640 long should I pray and was there some order or formula? What if I couldn’t think of anything to say or what if I talked too much? All these questions I worried over thinking I had to pray in a certain prescribed way.  I didn’t know that Jesus wanted to hear my prayers, (Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done.Phil 4:6) that He wanted me to sit with Him, that there were no special rules or conditions to follow. All I had to do was…be with Him.

Ever so slowly I grew to be comfortable with Jesus.  He is my Lord and Savior and He is my friend and wants to talk with me. (Draw near to God, and he will draw near to you. Ja 4:8). I can talk to Him about anything and everything, important and trivial, good and bad, happy and sad, in anger and with laughter. My words don’t have to be eloquent or beautiful or grammatically correct. Sometimes there are no words at all. Doesn’t matter the time or place I simply have to call out, whisper or think, Jesus, and I know without a doubt that He is listening. Not only does He listen, if I am quiet He usually has something to add to the conversation.

Why am I telling you all this? Because I remember my first steps of faith and I remember all the times I faltered and stumbled. Because I still have times of uncertainty and questions, times when I am afraid, times when I fall. Sin is always a part of my life. Perfection is a work in progress and as with all work, there are good days and days I should have stayed in bed. I am telling you this because I want you to know that Jesus isn’t around just on the days when everything is good and only for those who never weaken. Jesus never leaves those He knows and loves. (God has said, “Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.”Heb 13:5b) No matter who you are, where you are or where you’ve been, what you are doing or what you have or haven’t done, Jesus is with you and wants to talk with you.

There are no long distance or roaming charges and you won’t get cut off or disconnected. Just say, “Hello Jesus.”

Blessings this day of grace,
patricia

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First Prayers

I knew from the time I was a little girl that there is a God and I knew about Jesus. The way I thought about them then was that God was the boss and Jesus was the nice guy I could talk to. Yes, I could talk to Jesus but He didn’t talk to me. He just took care of things without giving me the details and that was fine with me.

As a teenager, I pretty much ignored them both.  Oh,  occasionally there was the rushed prayer request that I doubted would be answered the way I wanted and that made me angry. My prayers were all about me and I felt like I was just talking to myself.

Life went on and I knew something was missing. One morning while sitting in my living room depressed and lonely I prayed. A real prayer. It was sort of “Hey, God, it’s me and I am miserable and I don’t know what to do. All I do know is that what I am doing isn’t working so I am going to try your way, but I don’t what that way is or what to do. So, please help me.” There was no bolt of lightening or angel’s singing or a voice like in the movies with music in the background. The day just went on like any other day.

The thing is that was probably the first real prayer I ever uttered. It felt different…I felt different. I wasn’t instantaneously changed I was still sinking in my sin, but it seemed likedoor-1590024_640 maybe I wasn’t going to drown. Maybe I was going to get out of the muck and start walking. Walk where I didn’t know but it felt good to have some solid ground under my feet. I also didn’t know how long the walk would be or how rocky and sometimes slippery the path would be which is a good thing. My spiritual muscles were weak!

That morning in my living room was the beginning of my talking with Jesus and I haven’t stopped for forty years. We have a good and gracious God who hears the prayers of all who are afraid, lonely and lost. He not only hears, He talks in whatever language or vernacular needed to communicate with the one praying.

In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans.
Ro 8:26

What was the first “real” prayer you remember praying?

Blessings this day of grace,
patricia

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