todays reflection found at maxlucado Not Eloquent Prayers–Honest Ones · November 10 For two years, I’ve asked God to remove the pain in my writing hand. After writing thirty-plus books in longhand, the repeated motion has restricted my movement. I stretch my fingers. I avoid the golf course. But most of all, I pray. Better said, I argue. Shouldn’t God heal my hand? So far he hasn’t healed me. Or has he? These days I pray more as I write. Not eloquent prayers, but honest ones. “Lord, I need help. . .Father; my hand is stiff.” The discomfort humbles me. I’m not Max, the author. I’m Max, the guy whose hand is wearing out. I want God to heal my hand. Thus far he has used my hand to heal my heart! Here’s my challenge to you! Join me at BeforeAmen—then every day for 4 weeks, pray 4 minutes. It’ll change your life!
Posted on: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 12:59:29 +0000
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