When I was younger and I lost something my mom would always tell me to pray that God would help me find it. I would just say "Yeah, yeah..I'll do that" but not, because it felt silly and I felt like that wouldn't help. I mean, why would God care that I lost my book in the mess of my room? So what if I couldn't find my house keys?
The other day I was at work, feeling stressed and feeling the beginning of a migraine. I had a huge list of files to pull, and even more files to refile. After sitting at the front desk for 30 minutes trying to fill out 6 lines on a fax, but getting interrupeted every two seconds by phone calls and people coming in freaking out about registration, then a 10 minute fight with the fax machine...all those files were still in the back. Nicole had pulled the ones for the next day, but I still had a stack of files at least 8 inches tall to file. Staring at the millions of files lining the walls of the file room overwhelmed me. All I wanted was to go home and get in bed. Not put away a hundred or so files. I was stressed to say the least.
Until I leaned against the files and prayed. I prayed the Lord would soothe my headache and take away the stress. And BAM. In that moment I could literally feel a wave of peace wash over me. The more I grow in the Lord the more I realize there really is something behind praying about everything, maybe even about salad dressing...
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