Recently, I have asked some people to pray for me. Their willingness and faithfulness is humbling and encouraging. But it is also convicting.
Here’s the story.
Nancy and I are walking these days, and we are monitoring the food we eat. It is not an obsession, it is more a willingness to say, “I don’t need that.” And the process has gone well. The walking has been great and the food, well, it hasn’t been much of a problem.
Except, during the past week or so, I’ve been feeling a bit more stress than usual. Which means that I tend to feel more snacky. Which means that I am more snacky.
Today I was walking down the church hallway toward the kitchen where I knew there was chocolate cake and cherry pie. I am not fasting for Lent, at least not in the normal way, but I am being mindful of the point of fasting which is to spend time with God rather than with food. As I was walking toward the kitchen, my friend Sue walked around a corner and saw me. She stuck her head in the kitchen and said, “I was just walking down the hall praying for you and there you were.”
I put the piece of pie back (without touching it) and went back up to the conference room where I had been hiding. I had asked Sue to pray today, and she was.
But I wasn’t. I was filling the gap I was feeling with empty though tasty (I’m guessing) calories. I realized that if I am asking other people to pray for me, to talk to Dad about my life and needs, I need to NOT fall into the trap of filling those needs my own way. I need to talk to Him, too.
Of course, when I went back to reflecting and followed up on a phrase that Jesus used, about doing the will of Him who sent me, I discovered that I wasn’t remembering the whole verse. It starts, “My food,” said Jesus, “is to do the will of him who sent me and to finish his work.” (John 4:34.)
And so, He talks with us. When we stop to listen.
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