Do you pray every night bets to sleep? Or when you wake up? Before and after eating? Or just at any time of the day? If so, good for you. Prayer shouldn't just be a habit; I think it should be an essential part of our lifestyle. Take it from me. I have always experienced the disadvantages of not praying.
Your Sunday may already be over, is about to end, or has just begun, but no matter what timeline you ocean, a blessed Sunday, anyway. For some new readers, if you roughage them, I just started this last week. That I planned to publish articles on the spiritual aspect of my life, of our lives. This was the first entry from last week:
Jonah, the "disobedient" prophet
This one is supposed to have a part two and will be posted today, but I thought I would move it into next week as I will share what I personally learned today.
Bets to get here, I washed the dishes, ironed my uniforms and prayed to God. I don't take the typical prayer that I risk going to sleep. Rather, it was a fairly long sentence, containing my honest call for help, because I know something is wrong with me, again.
Again. Every time I start to get well, there will be cases again that will drain me and impact my willpower eventually. It is a cycle without balance, tasks the days is a battle. Every day is an endless quest to live a fulfilling life with a purpose. I'm so sick of this, but it's life. It is always so. Letting us have some time to heal, and when we recover again, would launch new wars, and harder. If not more difficult, then trivial, but simultaneously. Life is the busiest occupation there is, right?
So bets, I prayed. I got a little excited, but I didn't hold back. He knew he had to release some unknown charges that piled up again throughout the week. I knew I had to ask for his help, because I am trying to take sole control of my life again, without depending on his plans.
Surely I am aware that something is roughage wrong with me, but I don't know what it is exactly. It's like the worst feeling of my life. It would be better if I could know the root cause, but I don't know. God knows me better than I do, so I prayed for this. Whatever is wrong with me, may He fix it, remove it, or do what He knows best.
Only God can understand me. No one will understand if I try to convey to them the hopeless feeling I have. Why? Not even I could grasp its origin. I often don't even understand myself. Even if I tell God that I don't know what it is, He could see through me and correct what is ocean.
Imploring helped me to remember numerous things. I understood I failed to remember the primary reasons why I began doing what I'm presently doing, that is the reason I am so unmotivated to chip away at those merrily. It incorporates composing here; working; even caring for myself. I composed here not principally to acquire, however to put myself out there. Composing here isn't a task that should pressure nor pressure me. Composing ought to be a side interest that makes me glad and empowered, not something that influences my psychological and actual wellbeing. Same example of considerations came about work, and my self-care. I understood numerous things.
I let God drive my life's vehicle. I saw I have been inclining toward my own understanding nowadays. Not requesting his direction from him at specific occasions, not having the option to supplicate appropriately around evening time. And that's only the tip of the iceberg. God should take control of the directing wheel of my life, since he knows about the best way for me. With my own, I have no bearing.
God holds the diagram of our lives. I'm not saying He has a pre-decided result for us. God isn't care for that. He would not give us the endowment of choice if He could simply expose us to a fixed plot at any rate. What do you think? What I intend to say however, is God has a stunning, elegantly composed arrangement for us! We are much more modest than an infinitesimal spot when contrasted with this world, however God is considerably greater than the universe. He sees through all that we can't.
One thing I'm certain of, is, God didn't carry us to the world to torment us. He adores us beyond all doubt, and is continually able to hold us at whatever point we contact Him. What a stunning Dad is.
I revived and counseled Him my arrangements. I recollect that I am as yet chipping away at my BCH giving venture. I said to myself I'm learning and evaluating more online pay sources. I revealed to Him I fantasy about accomplishing independence from the rat race. Indeed, even my battle of keeping my new propensities steady regular. I appealed to God for Him to assist me with accomplishing this all.