Tonight I attended a prayer meeting for missionaries, most of whom I know. It was dark and raining. I wanted to stay home. I don’t get any brownie points for caring about people and caring about the lost. The main reason I wanted to take a pass is I’m in a funk. You can attach any emotions you like to fit your view of ‘funk’ but I am not going to waste your time here with whining, but, some complaints are the short yoga class I took today only burned 7 calories. What’s the point? I am also a poor student of geography and often need to google the map’s location for the people I’m praying about. Then I took a package to the post office today and discovered that I could save $14 by using a plain box versus the priority type. I thought priority was to save money because that is always my priority. These are small things so I’ll leave it at that. I’ve rewrapped and will be at the post office again tomorrow. In the meanwhile, I reasoned that all it would take to pray for these sweet missionaries was to get to church clean and available. By clean I mean I prayed for myself to be sincere and undistracted by my day and I went. I’m still fascinated by the many monasteries I saw in Greece. I crave that quiet and several of the prayers tonight were so quiet I wish I had remembered my hearing aids. We are always getting ready for something. Eph 3:16-19 has many verbs but I want to focus on the ending. Words like strengthen, dwell, rooted, established, grasp and to, “…Know this love that surpasses knowledge that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God”. To be cleaned up and available to pray for others is asking God to fill us with His fullness. It takes all of Him and some of me.
