Potty Prayers

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.” — Jeremiah 1:5

God may not have appointed me to be a prophet but He knew me before He formed me in my mom’s tummy. He set me apart and He has plans for me only I can do. That fact makes me so humble. I’m so not worthy of anything. I feel so uneducated most of the time. Surely there’s someone out there who can carry out His plans better than I?

Nope. He knows me. He knows you. He knows the number of the hairs on our head. He put me in this spot, right now, to put these words into the computer. He put you in that spot there to read these words. I have dreamed of being a writer for many years. A dream that I believe is God-given. I’ve been afraid but worse, I’ve been disobedient to the Lord.

Jeremiah goes on to say in Jeremiah 1:6 — “Ah, Sovereign Lord,” I said, “I do not know how to speak; I am only a child.”

Isn’t that the way we all are? God calls us to do something – even something as simple as writing down our thoughts for others to read, and we start making excuses. “Lord I don’t know how to write.” “Lord I don’t know what to say to her – can’t she pick up that book?”

I am coming to realize no one in the world has ever been exactly through the things I’ve been through. We’re not alone though. We all have had similar experiences and if we don’t share them with each other, you start to feel isolated and alone. I’m sharing my stories and I want you to share yours. Only God knows who you can reach with your story.

Prayer: Lord, help me to never feel alone again. Reach down from heaven and put those big world-sized arms around me and make your presence known without a doubt. Draw Godly people into my life. Someone I feel comfortable talking to – someone I can trust and share my fears with. Thank you Lord. You put me in this place, right at this moment and you are looking out for me.