". . . That Saved a Wretch Like Me!"
I try to be a good Christian woman, I really do.
But then that “human” thing gets in the way.
And I do something that makes me feel like a total heathen.
Take this morning, for instance. I’m driving to work, listening to my Christian radio station trying to put myself in the right frame of mind to face a Monday.
I decide to turn down the radio and talk to God, you know, pray my silent prayer to set the tone for the day.
And as I’m midway through my prayer, chatting (in my head) about all the people I want to pray for, I suddenly realize that I am about to miss my exit on the interstate. So in the middle of my prayer, I take a quick glance over my shoulder and
swerve merge right so I can quickly get two lanes over.
And as I’m
recklessly swerving cautiously blending in with the traffic on the correct exit, I hear myself say it. And a second or two passes. And I realize what I just said.
Yep. Right in the middle of my prayer. Out loud.
And I’m pretty sure it didn’t get bleeped out by the network censors before it hit God’s ears.
So the question then becomes: how do you follow up after that?
I think I’m beginning to understand why “Amazing Grace” was my very favorite song when I was little.
Isn't it awesome to know that asking for forgivness and saying your sorry, from your heart, God forgives? ;o)
I think He looks at us a lot different than our peers. He doesn't pass judgement & fully understands our human tendencies.
Of course, I'm not condoning cursing during a prayer! lol But I do believe when apologizing & asking for forgivness, He forgives.
LOL! I find it comforting to know that God has a sense of humor, otherwise he wouldn’t have given us one.
Just so you know, I don’t think it’s your fault. That expletive was your first very clear word…only repeated (in correct context, of course) by you….learned at the knee of your “sainted” mother. Your father had warned me, but did I listen??? That would be NO. And now, it has all evolved in to this moment. (Guilt cast a long shadow!…we’re talking over 35 yrs here)
So I apologize to you…that I would taint your innocent ears so many years ago.
Guess, as your favorite song suggests, we are all wretches…but then I am only speaking for myself.
Oh P’s Mom, don’t take it to hard. I’ll bet she would have learned that word eventually, if not from you. 😉
I couldn’t help but laugh. I’m often laying in bed in the morning, saying my “before I get out of bed” prayer. I’m asking for patience and understaning, for kindness and calmness. When out of the blue I’ll holler “Marcus, get your butt back into bed before I spank it.” It clearly proves to me that I need to get that prayer finished completely, before trying to deal with him at that hour.