I, like Flannery O’Connor, keep a prayer journal, but unlike O’Connor there isn’t much in my journal that’s worth reading. That’s not me being humble, either. I thumbed through one of my journals the other day. I can’t decipher half of what is written in it, and the other half I spent rambling on about my exhaustion, complaining about my fears, and begging God to hurry up and help me. In all of the pages, I only found a few lines worth anything. I share them mainly as a reminder to myself, but I do hope they encourage you today.
God is good. All prayer must begin and end with this. No matter your situation, never let go of this conviction. He will not let you be put to shame.
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Some day, your descendants will find that journal and they will read those lines you penned in exhaustion, spiritual weariness or even in seeming impatience.
And as they read, a warmth will steal into their hearts where it seemed winter would never let go.
When work beckons, they will reluctantly put down your journal, and go to their day, with new strength and new hope.
Because they now know that someone strong and who loved God so much had bad and rough days just like theirs. They now know that it’s all part of The Walk to heaven.
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What a beautiful and kind thought! I certainly hope that is the case!!
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Love this! Great encouragement:)
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