I love to pray, I love it so much that I painted this painting. It has symbolism all over it. If I love to pray so much why do I do so little of it? Don't get me wrong, I pray all day, I pray without ceasing but that alone time dedicated with God has decreased. I am denying myself the best time of the day, when I sit with God and let His love overflow in me, where I thank Him and pray fervently on behalf of others. Where I ask Him for help and recognize that He is God. Where I praise Him and lift His name and where I remember that I serve the King of kings, my Lord Who is completely in control. So instead of praying, I type. Just like in the painting, as the girl prays the light spreads and the darkness flees, it is true in real life, because that girl represents me. Thank You, Lord, for hearing me, even in this blog. Help me to search for You like those who search for gold. Thank You that You hear me. Amen.
Saturday, November 3, 2012
The Love of Prayer
I love to pray, I love it so much that I painted this painting. It has symbolism all over it. If I love to pray so much why do I do so little of it? Don't get me wrong, I pray all day, I pray without ceasing but that alone time dedicated with God has decreased. I am denying myself the best time of the day, when I sit with God and let His love overflow in me, where I thank Him and pray fervently on behalf of others. Where I ask Him for help and recognize that He is God. Where I praise Him and lift His name and where I remember that I serve the King of kings, my Lord Who is completely in control. So instead of praying, I type. Just like in the painting, as the girl prays the light spreads and the darkness flees, it is true in real life, because that girl represents me. Thank You, Lord, for hearing me, even in this blog. Help me to search for You like those who search for gold. Thank You that You hear me. Amen.
Feeling Discouraged
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