The criteria for coming to Jesus is weariness. Come overwhelmed with life. Come with your wandering mind. Come messy.
Instead of trying to see through the clouds of uncertaintly up ahead, fix your eyes on Jesus. He can show you the way forward where there appears none.
The gospel frees us to ask what's on our hearts.
If you know that you, like Jesus, can't do life on your own, then prayer makes complete sense.
If you give God the space, He will touch your soul. God knows you are exhausted, but at the same time he longs to be part of your life. A feast awaits.
Suffering is so important to the process of learning how to pray. It is God's gift to us to show us what life is really like.
It took me seventeen years to realize I couldn't do parenting on my own. If I didn't pray deliberately and reflectively for members of my family by name every morning, they'd kill one another. I was incapable of getting inside their hearts. I was desperate.
excerpts from A Praying Life by Paul E. Miller
Last week I mentioned on the blog that we were struggling with Samuel. And oh how we were. There were a few nights last week that I was literally scared of my own sin and thoughts towards my son. I was scared for our future. I was helpless and felt hopeless. Jeff felt the same. We were exhausted and weary of fighting this fight. For 7 years we have loved Samuel and put so much energy into getting him the help he needs from heart surgery to various therapies to finally ADHD medication. All of this because of 3 stupid years of neglect. The 3 most important years in my sons life have messed up his brain and it makes me sad and angry all at the same time! I have dealt with guilt and frustration that we haven't been able to get more help for him and wondering why he struggles so. ADHD is a monster. It can wreck families and it was truly beginning to wreck ours. I'm not exaggerating. It had gone from bad to worse. School was great (thank goodness he's apparently an angel there), but home life with Samuel was exasperating.
At our wits end early last week, God took us to the pit and showed us that He was our only hope. Duh. Why had we neglected to cry out to Him? I mean, not just give him lip service...but really and truly cry out to our Abba Father. Cry out to the one who fearfully and wonderfully made Samuel just the way he wanted him to be. Who intricately knows the way his brain is wired and who intricately knows our exhaustion. Why had we failed to do what was most elementary in the Christian faith? We had forgotten to pray. We had tried and failed to do this parenting thing on our own. The Holy Spirit so prompted our hearts to get real about this and ask for His help.
A lot of this was beginning in my heart because of a book I recently started reading (thanks Sarah for the recommendation) called A Praying Life. It has been so good! God has truly used it to wake me up.
So, back to early last week. I texted some close friends of mine to pray. I got on my knees and had some time in confession and then crying out to the Lord. Wed morning at my Bible Study I shared with my group what was going on and each of them prayed bold prayers that the Lord would help us and help Samuel. Wednesday when Samuel got home from school I prayed with him and asked him to pray for the Lord to give him strength and self control. Jeff had a friend praying as well.
Wednesday was by far the best day we have had with Samuel in a long time. It's not a coincidence. Our God is powerful and He is merciful. He is the giver of all good gifts and He is also the great physician. He gives us power. He gave Samuel His power that day and I got to witness it. I've seen the Lord perform some miracles in my life and in our family (Samuel's heart healing, getting pregnant 4 times now, having three babies, etc) but this one has just touched my heart in such a way that has made me fall in love with my God again. It has made me fall in love with my buddy again. It has made me long for the Spirit's power in my life like never before. I cannot do this life on my own. I am such a hot mess. The best part was that Samuel got to see God's power. He was so happy and so proud that he declared "God's displaying His glory in me!" YES INDEED HE IS!
The days following have been much of the same. Full of bold prayers and full of God's power. Is Samuel perfect? NO. Not one child is perfect. He still struggles against the monster of ADHD but now He knows there is ONE greater than that monster. He knows that he doesn't have to fall into it, but that he can pray and ask the Spirit of God to help him. I love seeing Samuel's faith grow. I love seeing the Lord grow my own faith that has gotten stagnant in this season of chaos. I don't deserve any of it. But that's the beauty of the gospel and our God. He's so amazing. I don't pretend to think that from here on out we are golden. I know what can lie ahead. I know that Samuel won't be fully healed until the glory of heaven. But I know now who to call on and who to depend on in this task and I will continue to do it because I so fully believe that is my only hope.
With my voice I cry out to the Lord
with my voice I plead for mercy to the Lord
I pour out my complaint before him
I tell my trouble before Him.
Psalm 142:1-2