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I believe in prayer.  I really do!   I talk a lot about prayer, I tell others to pray.  I even practice it (most of the time).  In fact, this probably tells you a lot about my spiritual condition (you have probably heard this before, too!):

Dear Lord,
So far I’ve done all right.
I haven’t gossipped,
haven’t lost my temper,
haven’t been greedy, grumpy, nasty, selfish, or overindulgent.
I’m really glad about that.

But after I get out of this bed, , Lord,
I’m going to need a lot more help.

Why, oh, why do I not practice what I preach?  Can anyone out there relate?  It’s as if I’m trying to help God out by taking care of things myself (as if He really needs my help).  I worry about what did get done and what didn’t get done.

Thank goodness I went to church yesterday.  I always get great food for this weary soul (this compliments of my Sunday School teacher):  “Worry is interest paid on debt you may not owe.”  I’m signing up for interest-free living!

 

“And which of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life’s span?” Luke 12:25

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