Friday, December 10, 2010

Little Comfort in my prayers

We're allowed to be sad, right?
We're allowed to be grieved when things don't go the way we think they should go, especially when we know to the best of our ability that we're being obedient to the Spirit? So where do you even go from there? When you've uprooted your family, moved to a far away place, barely making it month to month financially, what do you do? Is it wrong to feel that praying in those situations gives you little comfort?
I wonder if that's then a reflection on how you're viewing God at that point. Who/what is to blame? I'm not saying God is to blame, but we'd sure like to point a finger at something, even if it is ourselves.
I don't think we'll always have a finger to point.
Why is it I always feel kicked, especially when I'm down?
I think it's because when I'm standing, those blows mean little to me, but the second I'm down, they all feel like the end of the world.
Maybe Spring Break will be somewhere else?
Who knows.....?