"be careful what you pray for"... *dramatic pause* ...."cos you might just get it." *some sinister boom boom booms*
And I think there's more but that's the only bit I remember.
I have a feeling it's from the old Gospel glory days in the 80s. My parents became Christians then and every now and then it shows. ;)
It's annoying because of the way he sings it, not because he's singing it at me. It's a catchy tune, but when I go to pray I've usually forgotten it.
I believe that God hears and answers every single one of my prayers. I'd have to be pretty dense and thick-headed not to believe it when I see it happen.
I'm not saying I pray for rain and it instantly falls from the sky. Or I pray for my greens to be turned into ice cream and this little divine act happens on the plate. (God preserves my teeth - see, no cavities.)
No, I'm still learning how to pray (that's one of my prayers. 'Teach me how to pray effectively, God!' Is that oxymoron-ish?)
In other words, it's a bit of a journey. BUT never. stop. talking. to. God. Mouse.
|Yes, I know how you feel little red man.|
I suppose my life is like a hallway with lots of closed doors. And I'm
But what if I choose the wrong door? Eek, I might open the door that leads to a career in garbage truck driving or tele-marketing.
Or maybe the door that leads to... Okay that was a little bit too abstract, was it?
Let's hang with that example for a minute more. Promise I won't go crazy with it.
The truth is, in this hallway of doors which I'm skipping down, I want to go through the RIGHT doors. So I pray, 'God, in this situation, would you open the right doors for me and close the wrong ones?' Because I trust Him to know exactly what and where and how it should all happen.
|That one on the left looks pretty good.|
So another day in the offices of heaven and the Mouse's prayers are answered. Opportunities come up, opportunities disappear.
And sometimes the door slams shut just as I'm about to skip through. Right in my face. Almost there but didn't make it. It feels like this time I was skipping so fast I hit that door which was open and is now suddenly closed, and got a sore nose and bruised rear for my troubles.
I've been planning this trip to Perth all year. It wasn't even a - lie on the beach every day and use an entire bottle of sunscreen - kind of holiday. I was going to be teaching children about life and God and why some things happen, and what the Bible says about it. Great stuff. Throw in a few songs, crafts and games and you have one whole week of fun and learning.
My ticket was booked, relatives informed, invites turned down, camera primed, accommodation organised, and suitcase open on the floor. Granted my ticket was cancelled when Tiger Airways were put in the naughty corner, but new tickets can be found in times like these.
I had just come home from shopping for some practical black shoes to wear since I'd be working with children (see, I know what I'm doing). Mum says "Looks like your not going after all."
After all means, 'after all the planning, ticket cancellations, and positive phone calls.'
After all means after I had prayed, 'God, with this Perth thing (and the tickets being cancelled) could you open the door if I'm meant to be there... and close it if I'm not.
So, is this the end of the story? The Mouse sulkily putting her suitcase away and waving goodbye to the rest of the Perth team? The Mouse rubbing her sore nose and putting impractical cute shoes under her bed?
There are more doors... And this just makes me want to pray even harder and make sure it's all going the way God's planned. Because I know His plans are best.
So I dare you. Pray about those doors.
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