Prayer

If there's one thing I find complex about the Christian life, it is prayer. I think it's because I can't figure out this relationship between predestination and free will, and it leaves me in knots. John says that some guy (knowing him, it's probably AW Tozer or Chuck Swindoll) says not to try to "unscrew the inscrutable". OK, so I kind of get that, but it's hard to reconcile the two, that's all.

Anyhow, so this battle rages on in me, and makes me wonder about the purpose of prayer. I mean, if God already has decided the outcome, why pray? But if He knows we will or won't pray, why pray? The Bible shows that He was moved by the prayers of the righteous, so I don't know where that leaves me. At the end of the day, I pray because Jesus told me to.

Prayer for me is more than the ACTS formula we learned at church camp or a litany of requests. It's a time when I try to press in and have a conversation with the Living God, whose promises are always yes and amen.

But you know who I ifnd it hardest to pray for? My husband. I read about women who pray for their husbands tirelessly, praying without ceasing. This is an admitted area of weakness for me, and I need (of all things) a blog challenge to kick me in the pants and get me where I need to be.

If you want to join me, head on over to Blessed to Be Home and sign up for a 30 day challenge to pray for your husband!