My 22 yr. old self |
February 1972 had drawn to a close. The signs of Spring were approaching as well as signs of healing. With February almost behind me, the Lord had been amazingly good to me. A sense of joy permeated my being as I relinquished my right to marriage.
The fears, heart-brokenness, and frustration gave way to joy and calmness of heart. I began to focus more on my prayer life.
Amid the trivial details of daily life, I noted the following notations about prayer:
"Prayer! What a wonderful way to involve Jesus and God in my needs! Nothing has driven me more towards prayer than the feeling of helplessness in the different circumstances he put me in.
But STOP!
Is my prayer effective?
Is it faithful?
Am I seeing answers?
Do I know who I'm praying for?
What are my motives?
Are they selfish?
Am I impatient because I don't see answers come right away or as I had planned?
If my answers don't come right away do I recognize the answers when they come later when I am out of the situation?
Do I try to convince God that his answers should be as I have planned or do I help his answers to be answered?
OUCH!" and double OUCH1
Spent many an hour in the Prayer Chapel on Campus |
Spent many an hour in the Music practice rooms listening to my classmates play hymns |
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