I learned something today. Actually, the lesson began yesterday afternoon after the scheduled "plan" had gone awry. When I woke up I was peaceful, content to have my quiet time alone. I love these times. I don't enjoy interruptions, but that is exactly what came, one phone call after another.
God is not interested in our daily "rituals" or "routines." He is concerned most about the purity of our hearts as our voices utter the words, I trust You, Father. Jesus never had a physical prayer list or a set time to separate Himself from the crowds to pray. But when He did, He spent more time praising than praying, I believe. To do otherwise seems didactic. To do otherwise is to miss the Divine.
We are His chosen and redeemed. He knows what we need before we ask. He sees the needs, the concerns, the love for others etched upon our hearts. With every heart beat, with every breath, He knows.... He lives to make intercession for us. He gives us the Comforter, Holy Spirit to guide our way, to hear our cries, to come along beside us. He gives.... He lives....
Someone told me that I should talk to a counselor, because I felt guilty about the changes. Well, I did. I spoke to my Counselor, the Prince of Peace. Know what I got in return? Yep, peace that surpasses all understanding.
Jesus heard my cries, and those of my daughter on my behalf, and He answered. "Wait. I have it under control. Things look hopeless, you feel. What's the point, I may as well give in, you think. You doubt you made the right decision. But, as I've said before, it will be okay. I got this!"
