I was laying in bed the other night and thinking about how a few hours ago I prayed over a dear friend as she brought her prayer requests to me. At this point I started to play the prayer over in my head and over analyze what I said and what I could have said. Sometimes I sit there and think, "wow, I should have said this and that in my prayer because that's what she needed to hear."
But then it hit me that it's not me that knows what she needs. It's God. He uses us and leads our prayers with the Spirit that brings life. It's not me or my words that make a difference but instead my willingness to let Him speak through me into her soul. And to be honest, I'm glad it's this way otherwise I, in my selfish human ways, would want to take the credit for myself and not give all the glory to Him. I am just an instrument in His mighty hands.
It's funny how when we are physically tired and exhausted, we can lay in bed and even then the enemy will try to destroy us with feeding us lies.
Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. http://esv.to/1Pet5.8
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