Sunday, July 06, 2008

Sun, 06 Jul 2008 18:56:15 GMT

So I run into this one problem a lot.

I mean, oh so often.

So I go to this amazing retreat called "Waiting School" and I learn about waiting on God, prayer, and everything in between. I come home with this amazing, seemingly unquenchable fire, ready to fall on my face and pray endless hours a day.

It's been a month and a half.

And I haven't spent more than 15 minutes in prayer at a time.

First it started out that I couldn't find the time to fit it all in. I feel like I barely have time to breathe some days, let alone fit in an hour or two of prayer. Something inside me knows that I spend way too much time doing things that really don't matter, yet I don't even know where to begin about cutting some of that stuff out of my life. It seems my life is so cluttered, I can barely see the floor....or the ceiling, for that matter. I have two jobs, chores around home, an amazing boyfriend to spend time with, and a few good friends I like to keep up with. And then, you know, there's exercising, the internet, reading, just relaxing and taking some time for myself, TV. So maybe that doesn't seem like a whole lot, but somehow it fills my entire day....and most of my week. And most of it is just unnecessary junk.

When I do finally find some down time, all I want to do is sleep.

I like sleep, sleep is good.

And then I run into a passion problem. I've really never had a longing to pray; it's not something that I'm really all that passionate about. But I want to be.

Where's the fire gone?

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Sunday, July 06, 2008