Never win with arrogance!
Last night, before we went to sleep, Paula and I prayed about being ill. Both of us sound like we have had our nostrils sewn shut and have been smoking for 85 years. I find myself questioning... well myself. Why did I pray for that specifically?
Well duh! I wanted both of us to feel better. I specifically prayed that we would have a restful night. God chose to answer that prayer is a different fashion than I would have liked. As I readied myself for work this morning I thought, "Why didn't He answer my prayer?"
Can I be anymore arrogant? What is the reason I am sick? I haven't a clue. I really hope God does make some sort of revelation to me soon.
Back to my arrogance. What about me demands that my prayers are answered the way and in the time of my plan? I hate being sick. AAARRRGGG!!! My nose is raw, my chest is cloudy, and my head feels like it is going to explode!
I lost the battle to arrogance today, but through Christ, I.... no.... we will win the war.
Wayne
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