I started my day with a run, which was brilliant because yestrday we experienced hurricane level winds—power outages and trees split in half and deafening roar all through the night—and the day before that, it was raining. So, sunshine and crisp fall air made for a delightful morning, and better still was the fact that I decided to kill my music halfway through and pray.
I intended to pray for five minutes because I’d committed to praying five minutes a day for 40 Days, interceding for America and Europe, and I’d neglected to do so for the past few days. I knew if I didn’t do it right then when I was thinking about it, I would forget to do it altogether, so I shut off my music and prayed.
Well, five minutes turned into ten turned into the rest of my run (40 minutes or so) . It was like a stream of consciousness but in prayer, and one thing led to another, all the requests I’d had in my head and heart, or had received from other people, came forth and I was able to lift them all up. I felt so energized afterward! I’m telling you—prayer used to be something that I saw as a task, or a chore, like calling someone you don’t really want to talk to and struggling through a conversation, but now it’s so...I don’t know...meaningful! And fun! if you can imagine.
Then I met Watka for breakfast, and we swapped stories of God’s awesomeness, and we probably made everyone sick with our exuberant level of joy. As a side note, I told Lauren: “This may be my Joyful moment today“—the egg, cheese, and sausage bagel I ate was SO GOOD, WOW—“but make sure your hands are in it, too!” I wanted you all to know it wasn’t just the sandwich, but Watka’s presence that constituted my happiness.
But THEN something even more awesome happened! One of my good friends, who’s curious about this whole God thing but skeptical, understandably, and not sure if it’s right for her, said she just listened to a sermon I sent her a week ago. She couldn’t believe it herself, she said, that she remembered to listen to it. “You’re planting seeds :)” she ended with, which is bizarre, because I don’t know if that’s just a common thing non religious people say, or what made her choose that phrase—it wasn’t mentioned in the sermon I sent her.
It was, however, the phrase used in my recent studies.
I warned her it was going to be my Joyful moment. AND IT SO IS!!!!
Prayers are being answered, my friends. Watch out: you may be next <3