I like getting my way.
I love eating the last Oreo. I’ll take the pretty Barbie doll and give you the Ken with the missing head. I’m calling shotgun forever.
Inside me dwells a 5-year old in pigtails.
I’m cute, and I know it. I know how to work the room, and I can pitch a fit and turn on the waterworks in five seconds flat.
Why me? I want it now. I don’t like veggies. Mine. Mine. Mine.
I like demanding my way.
Sometimes, my prayers turn to tantrums. Why me, Lord? What’s taking so long? I don’t like this.
To pray big, I must put my big girl pants on, get off my tricycle, and let go of what I’m clenching in my greedy little hands.
We can’t pray effectively until we get in touch with our inner brat. When we see our own self-will, it opens the door to doing things through God. Instead of singing Frank Sinatra’s song “My Way,” we enter into God’s story and watch Him do it His way. No one works like Him.
~ Paul E. Miller, A Praying Life (p.161).
Lord, may it be Your way, not mine.
Let’s Talk: Is “My Way” your theme song? How do we lay our Oreo down?
Let’s Pray Big in Community:
This year, my desire is to lift up holy hands and “Pray Big.” Want to join me? I’ve created a private “Pray Big” Facebook group for like-minded sisters to share their stories and surrender each one to our mountain-moving God in prayer. Let’s cry out to God together.