This morning I am thanking God for answering a prayer I've been praying for a year or more.
But thanking God for good gifts is painful and bittersweet.
If I thank God for answering my prayer, I am acknowledging his sovereignty, his ability to answer prayer. Acknowledging that God can, in his sovereignty, answer prayer means acknowledging that many times, in his sovereignty, he hasn't answered prayers. Mixed with the joy of answered is the sorrow of unanswered.
An unfinished thought.
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Prayer is such a mystery to me. Here's something I read from Clive Staples:
I dare not leave out the hard saying which I once heard from an experienced Christian: 'I have seen many striking answers to prayer and more than one that I thought miraculous. But they usually come at the beginning: before conversion, or soon after it. As the Christan life proceeds, they tend to be rarer. The refusals, too, are not only more frequent; they become more unmistakable, more emphatic.'
I don't really like asking God for stuff or "praying" for things. Jesus told us to pray:
God, do whatever you want, just please feed me today and keep me out of trouble. Thanks, you're the best, amen.
or something like that.
Hm. Good one.
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