In the past I've got home from a long day at work, tired, having talked all day, and wanting to crash, yet knowing that in 60 short minutes I'll need to have got changed, tidied the flat, put on some music, cooked a meal, and be ready to socialise, make people feel welcome, and lead a lifegroup as friends arrive after great days, bad days, hearts broken, hearts on fire. So I pray. He helps. In those situations I'm not surprised.
Other times it's the end of a long week of work and some people are going to the pub. I know I should go and socialise, but maybe I don't want to. In those situations I haven't prayed. But why not?! God cares about those situations too.
Today was a lifegroup day (though not at my flat); he helped.
Next time a work thing happens, I'm sure he will too.
Thursday, January 24, 2013
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