It’s a rainy afternoon, sitting in a coffee shop and I’ve already been at the bar this morning. I would like to work at Westville Pub, just ’cause the place is so cool.
The pub thing was a free brunch hosted by. . .a church? Not really a church but just some young guys with a microphone asking people what they thought of Jesus and prayer. They said “community” a lot and living for God in an active way with Him in our lives.
I’ve just finished looking at the website, something about a vineyard. I think that might be a bigger church. I just read an article about a market research company that advises churches on how to approach the community they’re in. How convenient, proselytizing like a Gap ad . Well, I know I’m in the target group about “community”. That’s my key word. I want to live and share like God is right here with us all, just an invisible person for us to talk about and with and do activities with, a reminder of the bigger picture and our influence for our choices and motives.
My interaction with God and the people around me is a little different being married to an atheist but God still comes up in conversation on a regular basis. I appreciate the conversations I have with Jason. He keeps me grounded and questioning. It does get tiring being on the defense but he’s very good at pointing out all my shortcomings in my faith and beliefs. Stuff I really need to look at and really need to work out and be reminded of. I just need to find another place for the uplifting and encouragement. Jason calls this “following” but I think/hope I’m done with that.
One of the questions at the bar brunch was about prayer and stories about answered prayer. Also, why do we pray? This is my question. It says God knows our hearts, our desires, and our needs, so why even ask? Also, He has a bigger plan, it’s up to His will. I d0n’t feel like I should be asking God for anything. My old church was the opposite, said we shouldn’t make any decision without praying about it first, even how to dress. I remember talking to God in front of my closet asking Him what I should wear for school. I also felt like I was wasting His time. Isn’t He a little more concerned with war and starvation in Africa instead of some high schooler’s wardrobe choice?
I reflected on some of my most powerful moments of answered prayer. Yes, I do believe in answered prayer. Here are some of those stories:
On the first true day my solo road trip I prayed about what I was looking for throughout this 2 month trip. I had left home and visited relatives to say my good-byes and personally console and convince each worried family member that I was going to be fine, I made my way West visiting other friends and family and then there came this first day that I didn’t know where I would be sleeping that night. I took this day to really have a conversation with God and to tell him everything I wanted and needed from this trip. I needed to find free places to sleep, I wanted to have people buy my art and I thought it would be pretty cool to get written up in a newspaper about my travels, just for vanity’s sake. The first people I stopped and talked to, on my way through North Dakota, told me about a free camp ground in their town and pointed me to the local artist to talk to. She bought 3 of my art prints. The cafe owner commissioned me to paint her cafe. I camped for free, and in the morning the artist commissioned me to draw her house. As I was getting ready to head out she was like, “By the way, I’m also a writer for the town’s newspaper. Do you mind if I write about your story?” Just like that. All my travel goals met, first day.
When I was poor on the Appalachian Trail I asked God for a free place to stay at a hostel. The first hostel was not negotiating, someone told me that there was another hostel down the road called, “The Barn.” I knew, being God’s little sparrow that this is where I’d be able to negotiate a trade. I headed off down the road, excited to see how this was going to work out and at ease, knowing things were going to work out. I wasn’t sure where this place was but I wasn’t in any hurry. I saw a guy hanging a sign for a B&B in the front yard of a beautiful Victorian house. He was in an all khaki outfit. I figured he was an employee of the place so I went up and asked him about this beautiful house. He was so open and friendly, I had such a great time talking to him. It turned out he was the fairly new owner. We talked about doing what we love and following our dreams. I told him about my art and hiking on the trail. “Art?” he asked. Would I be interested in painting his place, could we work something out? I told him I needed a place to stay. He told me he used the carriage house behind the house for hikers, he called his hostel “The Barn.” I was able to trade 3 nights stay.
25“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? 26Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his lifeb]”>[b]?
23 If the LORD delights in a man’s way,
he makes his steps firm;
for the LORD upholds him with his hand.
Thanks for letting me share. I would love to hear your ideas on any of this.