Cement Girl

We had a great chapel speaker on Thursday. He talked about something I have thought a LOT about in the past few years. He talked about prayer, and finding the heart of God. He said so many of us pray for things... and we cannot change the heart of the One who moves the world. Prayer changes things? no. Prayer changes us.

He likened it to this story he told: his son woke up one morning while Steven (the speaker) was not feeling well and was at home. His son was surprised, and as Steven sat there eating his cereal, his son came over and started stroking his right arm. He stroked it and then put his head against it, like a caress. Steven thought this was pretty nice, and then he son went over to the other side and did the same thing to his left arm. pretty soon his son had climbed up into his dad's lap... only to start eating his dad's cereal.

And it's just like we are. We praise, we worship, we adore. And then we ask. We don't praise and worship and adore because we want to, or because it's obvious that we just SHOULD. We do it so we can earn things. So we can crawl up on Dad's lap and say "I want a pony!!! Brown with white spots!"

He said a great quote that I wish i could remember. Something about seeking after God's heart instead of his Hand. wow.

that's all tonight.