I admit I’m not good at praying. Intentions are good, focus is not. I know what to do. I know I should write them out again like I did at one time. I know I should have a place, the same place, same time. I know it. I don’t do it.
I’m frugal. Too frugal. With life. With prayer. Where did I learn this habit of saving bits of things that don’t matter like the inside cardboard from new sheets? But throw away time I should spend writing my heart to God?
Someone once said ‘You get what you pay for’ and it must have rang true because now it’s accepted as truth. But do you get what you pray for? If you pray for nothing do you get nothing?
A few months ago I was praying more. There was a certain fervor to my prayers. Praying about God’s desire in where we’d be come June. Today. Some of our friends packed up the moving trucks and arrived in their new appointments yesterday. It could have been us so we prayed, looking for God’s plan. Hoping to get a glimpse and feeling him speak to us about staying here. It was our desire, was this His? Yes, the word given as clearly as any word to Henry.
Last week when I felt things falling in with the loss of so many strong men. Employees, friends, too many in a short time falling to relapse and in the midst of my sorrow I heard God say, ‘You got what you prayed for.”
No, no one prayed for failure or falling. But I did pray about staying here. And this comes with it. The longer you stay the more invested you get in people’s lives. The more you know their stories. The more you care. Is that what I prayed for? Surely not the pain of sorrow. But we got what we prayed for. And it’s good. Very good.
Yes, Lord, I, we, prayed for this. No, I wasn’t thinking all that would mean. But yes, I’ll take it. All of it. You said Your grace is enough and it has been. It will be.
There is good news on the horizon. When God’s grace is spilling over there will be good news. You are true to your promises. We get what we pray for. Are we ready to accept?