Last year began with betrayal and ended with death. I’ve learned what it means to cry out in prayer when the only words I could manage were whispers of “Help me, Jesus”, usually followed by “Jesus, help me behave”.
Healing began only as I learned to surrender my own emotionally-charged agenda to Jesus’ instructions. I’m learning that following Jesus means more than reading my Bible- it means applying the words in red no matter what. And I’m learning that seeking Jesus goes beyond prayer. It requires my mind to be quiet long enough to hear Him reply, and again, rejecting my own ideas to follow His prompting.