I sat in the church pew at VBS, telling a friend that all she had to do to be saved was to “go to the alter and pray.” I felt bold and confident. Then, I felt scared. Terrified. I realized that I, too, needed to pray. I needed salvation.
I was eleven years old, and I didn’t really know what I needed to be “saved” from, but I knew that I needed to move. So I moved. I prayed with a VBS volunteer and cried as I asked Jesus into my heart.
Have you ever been frustrated, looking for your keys, while you’re late for work, and haven’t had the chance to have breakfast or your coffee? Or how about having a looming deadline, and your kids won’t go to sleep, and all that stands between you and the deadline is a quick proof reading and hitting the send key?
What about this; being at your wits end in that relationship, feeling under appreciated, and feeling as though you are holding the weight of that relationship.
Aren’t those situations the worst?