Out Of Gas!

Sister Theresa who works for a  health care agency was out making her rounds when she ran out of gas. As luck would have it there was a station just down the street. She walked to the station to borrow a can with enough gas to start the car and drive to the station for a fill up. 
       
The attendant regretfully told her that the only can he owned had just been loaned out, but if she would care to wait he was sure it would be back shortly.      

Since Sister Theresa was on the way to see a patient she decided not to wait and walked back to her car. After looking through her car for something to fill with gas, she spotted a bedpan she in the back. Always resourceful, she carried it to the station, filled it with gasoline, and carried it back to her car. 

As luck would have it Sister Theresa started tipping the gas into the fuel tank, the traffic light turned red and she had quite a large audience witnessing the spectacle.

Just when she finished pouring in the last drops of gas a fellow opened up his window and hollered, “I swear! If that car starts I’m becoming a religious man!” Author unknown

Reflections: 

A praying child one evening said; Dear God, I hope you’ll also take care of yourself if anything happens to you; we’d be in an awful fix…

I’m sure we all feel like that these days, when the world is in so much turmoil, and distress.

I have struggled for years trying to have a consistent prayer life that seems so often to be more hit and miss, than anything else.

• I have felt guilty, that I did not pray enough, or long enough.
• I have felt not good enough, why would God listen to me, I have failed him so many times.
• I don’t have enough time; I have been told that you have to spend hours in a quiet place. I have family, work, I hardly have time sit down, and when I do I fall asleep.
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• We all know that the only time to pray is early in the morning,

I’ve been told.  However, I’m not an early bird, I just stare at my open bible then fall asleep.  Only to feel guiltier.

Then discouraged I give up, God why did you make me like this? I can’t even stay awake in the morning for prayer, I must be your worst child, One who doesn’t deserve your constant, eternal, forgiving love and graciousness.

I spent money on seminars and books that would help me to try and get it right, so many formulas and how it should be done. But it never was personal to me until I heard a story about the mother of John & Charles Wesley, Susanna who raised 19 children and still had time to pray.

With a busy family, Susanna found it difficult to find quiet time to pray. Her life was hard, but she realized the importance of praying for her family.  The children soon learned that any time of the day when their mother had her apron flipped up over her head that she was praying. So they quietly left the room leaving her disturbed.

I love this story about Susanna Wesley, it has taught me that it doesn’t matter where you pray or when.  I just need to talk to God like a dear friend, anytime or anyplace, he is only a prayer away.  Have you struggled with finding the right time or place to pray? ©

” We are put on this earth, not to see through one another,
But to see one another through.”

Smile, God Love You

Thank you, dear friends for spending your time with me, Have a wonderful weekend.

Hugs to all.