I have been graced with faith as I took to prayer as bears to honey. As long as I can remember, I pressed my hands together in prayer. Had I remembered to do that before choosing to make decisions that I now regret, I may not have the calling to steer others in the right direction. As I read two days ago, those of us who truly feel the weight of our sins, are the least ones apt to fling a stone. That said, those of us who truly know human frailty in the dark, are moved to light the way for others to ignite the light against voluntary or involuntary disobedience.
For anyone missing a Bible, I recommend the one I received in 1996, a Zondervan Life Application Bible, the New International Version.
It is my most treasured book in a library of books I sequestered through the years in hopes of rereading someday.
How we choose to spend our time, is the story of our lives.
To have been blessed with the keen perception of David’s son Solomon, I too would have asked God in prayer for wisdom. Imagine how shocked I was to find out that my dearest friend Cindy asked God for just that when she was a young girl. I love Cindy for that too. As for me? I asked God for good looking knees. I’m not kidding. That did not go so well.