I don’t pray much. My wife does. She’s what we call in the Christian community a “prayer warrior.” The times I do pray though are every morning for her and the kids safety on their way to work and school, that she has strength for the day, and that she shows love in her place of work. Lately though it’s been feeling more like part of the morning routine than honest prayer. I’m trying to do better though with prayer. I’m starting to think about praying instead of not thinking about praying. So that’s a start.
This morning though I felt an urge to pray as I was laying in bed with my daughter next to me kicking me in the fat. I didn’t know what to pray about. But it hit me as my wife and her friend were headed out the door to our church’s women’s conference. What am I going to do about breakfast? There’s not much food in the house because we haven’t done this week’s grocery shopping, and so I prayed for breakfast for me and my son that it would come easy.
I don’t cook much, if at all, that’s my wife’s specialty, but when I do cook I make great pancakes. That’s my one specialty that I can nail over and over and over. So I prayed about breakfast because I knew the facts of my situation. 1. There weren’t any eggs. 2. We were out of sugar. 3. I recently made cookies and I knew we had very little baking mix. 4. No butter. 5. Dishes were clean but I wasn’t sure if the pans were.
This was my situation. These were the facts. Nothing I could change. But God can do anything.
So I prayed.
When I got to the kitchen, the first thing I did was check the dishes. Clean pan, clean spatula, clean mixing bowl. I went to the fridge, no butter, but moving things around and lifting up last night’s pizza I found the eggs. Still with no butter I needed something to use so the pancakes won’t stick to the pan, that’s when I found the spray oil. Things are coming together. As I thought there was no sugar, turns out my wife recently purchased a new bag that I did not know about. And now for the last thing, the baking mix. I got out the little mix we had and said, “Lord, please, make it last.” I got out my measuring cup, which I only had a 1/2 cup measure and started scooping…
One scoop.
Two scoops.
Thr…ee scoops
It didn’t look like enough.
Four scoops. Out.
I had just enough to make it. Which says a lot about my personal relationship.
Just being honest. If once a week for roughly two and half hours I go to a building and talk to my wife and sing songs to her and learn about her but ignore her for the other 165.5 hours in the week, do I really know her? If I only told my readers, my friends, and my family that I loved my wife but never told my wife I loved her, do I really love her? If I only thought about what was good for me and not the others in this household, do I really seek her or the kids?
If that’s your relationship with Jesus, and once again it’s mine too then expect results like my pancakes, barely there. But if you, and I, live like Luke 6:38 then you can have so much more.
38 Give, and it will be given to you. They will pour into your lap a good measure – pressed down, shaken together, and running over. For by your standard of measure it will be measured to you in return.