the church at Faithvillage
This morning I approached God and the Holy Spirit with demands. I prayed as if I knew what I needed best. I assumed the role of director over my life. In doing so, I relegated God to a position of serving me.
My daughter does this to my wife and me on occasion. It’s irritating and given the wrong attitude on my daughter’s part it can be infuriating. When it happens, we promptly remind our daughter that we are not her servants. We love her and want the best for her, but she needs to remember her place. So, this morning I prayed:
It’s often said people don’t miss what they don’t know, and that is a maxim proven true many times in my life.
Like right now.
When I was a kid, back-to-school shopping involved little more than perusing the two aisles of office supplies at the local Roses, where the selection was limited and the quality was debatable. But now there’s Staples. If there had been a Staples when I was in school, I’m sure I would have roamed the aisles of notebooks and pencils with the same sense of wonder and excitement my children are displaying.