Things really do get better!

So wonderful my life has been lately, despite the fact that nothing of the day-to-day, week-to-week usual stuff has changed. I’m still working nine to five, Monday to Friday, still chasing the anklebiter outside those hours, keepin’ the house upkept and running like a machine that could probably do with oil changes more often than it gets them. To say, it’s far from perfect, but that’s alright.

I am not capable of perfect. But I aspire to resonate the perfection of the one whom I follow. The one whom, dare I say, we all follow. Amen?

Amen, indeed.

So what’s made my life so much more wonderful without any major physical change? Well, that’s my prayer life. For those of you not in the know, the thing was sorely lacking until recently. In the past month or two, God had been asking me in so many ways, in short and long words, to talk to Him. Goodness, did that ever make me nervous or did that ever make me NERVOUS! I don’t really know Him all that well (and I will never know Him quite so well as He knows me), so the thing is I get incredibly anxious and nervous about talking to people I don’t know. I feel silly, I feel fearful. I feel fearful of looking silly, especially if it’s someone I like. I like God. Love Him, even, sometimes. But it’s just that… I guess the thing was I didn’t want to be caught in the act of prayer by myself, where it was so noticeable that it was in fact what I was doing. It’s hard to pray alone without fear of being interrupted when you live with others. Especially when said others typically do not have the courtesy to knock – but that’s not what I’m on about here.

In any case, prayer is becoming a habit for me. It never was, before. Morning, noon, night… for all things, for strength, I am learning to go to Strongest of the Strong. The Almighty.

So that gets going and here’s God, sittin’ in the livingroom of my heart, goin -

“My dear, this here place is a big ol’ mess. Why don’t you let Me help you clean this up?”

- so not only does He want me to talk to him, He wants me to let him clean up my life, straighten everything out and make me a better person – the woman He wants me to be. And my, He is persistent.

I broke down. I just couldn’t resist anymore. I don’t see how anyone could resist or want to resist the love of the Father. I’m starting to see Him now. I wasn’t even trying to before.