My Prayers WILL be Answered. It's a Promise!

 God made me several promises in the Bible. He made the very same promises to you too, but I'm not here to talk about you, nope, today is ME day. It's all about ME today. My prayers will be answered and in God's time, not mine because if it were up to me I would have stopped praying a long time ago. My ego gets the best of me from time to time, and when I'm pissed off about someone or something I tend to throw up my hands and make about 10 or 11 excuses, telling God why it is that I'm going to stop praying for so-and-so, and I don't give a damn if he rots in his own stew, he made it, he put the water on to boil, he jumped into the kettle, and he can burn! That's usually how the conversation goes on my end. I'm in the closet sitting in my little chair, dog on her pillow because if I open the closet door she knows where she's supposed to be.  God told us if two hearts are gathered He'll be there too - - Ginger's heart counts.

    I'm in the closet today following a brief little pissy fit that I had after going online to check something I had posted, only to find out that someone had blocked me from their social media site (mind you, I don't know when they did it, but the timing was suspicious as I had just posted that the person was having a birthday the next day, and BAM, I'm blocked.) Really? They're going to come unglued because the world at large may find out that they're having a birthday?  OK, let's go over the logic on that one.  He fills out papers for employment, he lists his birthday. He fills out applications for loans, bank accounts, store accounts, credit accounts, school records, emergency records, insurance records, rental leases, medical help, and oh, I don't know a 100 other things, but go ahead and ban Jude when she mentions it on a site that may get 200 views over the next 3000 days. Yes, that makes complete sense.

    What doesn't make sense is why anyone in 2021 could think that they could ever actually ban anyone on social media! I'm the least (very least) techy person I know, and yeah, I know I can just make another account under the same platform and go look at his site again -- this is where Bart Simpson would say "Duh!"  I won't be that rude. I'll just giggle and make another account -- IF I GIVE A DAMN that is. I may not. I may give God a few more excuses today so I don't actually have to pray for the guy until maybe tomorrow; you know, on HIS BIRTHDAY! 

    So, what I've decided to do is double down. That's right, I can get back 10 fold by just grabbing my rock and holding it ever so tightly while I sit up and pray to Jesus not only for the strength to put up with such rudeness, but to try and understand the emotions that he may be creating in his own soul. I am damn damn damn lucky in that I've never allowed fear or anxiety to have a foothold in my life. I have struggled with being empathetic and I've worked hard at creating compassion for those who do go through such struggles because I was that jerk who dusted my hands of people like this, saying "stop bellyaching and grow some".  It wasn't until maybe just two years ago after following this particular man's journey and listening to his podcasts, reading what I can, and hearing what I can through his life's challenges that I have had an INKLING of compassion -- I was just not there. I counted it weakness on their part for being unable to control their emotions and I bomblasted people who used their emotions as an excuse -- that's who I was.  Was.

    Prayer is a two-edged sword.  God saw to it that when I was praying for my new "friend" to find his strength, to have his peace, that I was actually praying the same thing for myself. I didn't realize it, but I was.  I was saying "God, I'm not able to find love for these people" and God has been passing it out to me in bits and pieces, small chunks that I can chew and swallow. I am learning. It's difficult at best, but I am absolutely learning.  When I worked for the State of Oklahoma in an agency that literally dealt with people with emotional and physical disabilities,  I was the least empathetic person on the planet. Not one of them was remotely able to convince me that they weren't where they were by their own mistakes of either using drugs, misusing drugs, being an alcoholic, or whatever  -- I just didn't care. I gave them the polite nod, I did my best to get them out of my office, and if that meant helping them in some way or another I forced myself to do it. For me, for selfish selfish egotistical reasons.

    But just a few weeks after discovering this guy online and listening to his music, reading his words, listening to his testimony, and doing a bit of recognizance on his past -- I was gifted, yes, gifted, BY GOD, and told (not asked) to pray for the man. I began doing it without even knowing his name. I thought it was something else for about 2 months until I took the time to look on the LP I had purchased to see what his actual name was.  Prayers and more prayers and with these prayers came to an overwhelming sense of discernment from God where this man was concerned. I began KNOWING things, finding them, being told things, paying attention, and realizing things about him - - and this led me to feel as if I had the right to care. I may be wrong, but it is what it is. I can't help it, I care.

    So, to be blocked from his site was just that. I was blocked. OK. Back to the closet, it is, and let me tell you, the rock is hot, it's on fire, and the dog has begun woofing it up a bit too. Prayers ascend and they will not stop ascending until God gives me the queue to stop - - wanna bet that doesn't happen? I've been praying now for so long that God and I have no need to start and finish. I don't have to say Amen, and He knows I know who He is. He is the promise keeper. He is the One. He is the Master, and He is the one who I KNOW will answer every prayer I ask for - - every single one of them because He said so, and then get this, HE PUT IT IN WRITING.  Mark 11:24, Matthew 7:7, Psalms 37:4, and on and on and on the list goes. YOU SIR, friend, will NOT block me - - because you don't have that power now, do you? NOPE, you are just a man. That is it, you are no more than what you are - - a beautiful, wonderful, inspirational, dynamic, creative, complex soul - - who needs prayer. You need a warrior and not a warrior who's going to give up on you -- you have one of those already. Oh, she went there. Sorry, I do get pissy and rude too, at times. God's still working on me.

    Until the day we meet in Glory I will lift you to His throne, and I might just pray that God puts you on your damn ear and set you straight so that you realize that you really are worth something to someone!  GET OVER IT. You are welcome!