I heard this horrible statement today, “I hate my life.” It was given at a very insignificant moment. A moment where no one was burning alive. There was basically no chaos. The building wasn’t falling in and as far as I know the earth was not trembling.
IMMEDIATELY, The word PERSPECTIVE popped into my head. What a skewed perspective that one statement held.
I wanted to say out loud, “REALLY?” (I didn’t, but I also wanted to say…) Do you really hate your life? Are you in enough mental anguish to HATE this exact moment of your life? Are you in physical pain? Did your mother abandon you, dog die or tooth chip? What about this…Are you dying of cancer? I’m pretty sure the answer to all of those questions IF ANSWERED ABSOLUTELY HONESTLY would have been NO.
Once again, I have a person in my life who will soon die of cancer. I know she will be with Jesus and of that we can absolutely and joyously be certain of, AMEN! To say good-bye to another person I love thanks to cancer makes me shake my head. I know God will take us all the way we are to die, but *sigh* the word cancer makes my stomach lurch. It makes tears come to my eyes and my head hurt. I pray that this diagnosis somehow works for a good in the lives of people who love this wonderful person. Duhhh…God is in control so, I already know that good will happen.
Right now, though…
I can’t stop thinking about PERSPECTIVE …AND can’t get this insane statement out of my head: “I hate my life.”
How wonderful an honor it is to me when people ask me to pray for them! The more specific they can get about exactly what to pray for, the more I love to do it. Not to say I won’t say a general prayer by any means… I just think praying for someone especially when they ask you to is an awesome power God has given us. No matter what circumstance, prayer is power.
What about those ones you know need GOD?
These are the ones you know NEEEEEEED PRAYERS.
You know that they seriously need to leave chaos behind and seek some peace in their life. You see it by their attitude and their fruit. Their fruit is rotten, stinky and full of worms. Ew. They are flippant and rude to others. Their attitudes are sour, their disposition down and for the most part, they are just down right mean.
What about THOSE?
They are not asking you to pray.
They couldn’t care less whether you utter their name to God or not.
It’s doubtful they even believe in the ALMIGHTY, SOUL SAVING, ALIVE AND AMAZING GOD! Whaaaaaaaat?
Get this…THEY MAY EVEN HATE YOU FOR PRAYING FOR THEM! ***superGASP!***
I admit that praying for these people is harder than the ones who ask earnestly for you to lift them up in prayer. It’s harder to want peace for these people, because most of the time they have this cloud of negativity surrounding them that harbors and creates the very opposite of peace. Most of the time, it messes your happy, positive cloud. To me, I see their cloud as a call. It’s a call that they need something. They need some action…some intervention! They need prayers. BAD. So, whether they like it, want it or hate that I’m doing it… I’m gonna…