One Day At A Time

I have to remind myself to drink water. Are you like that?

A friend and I were talking about this the other day—sharing ideas for how we might remember to fill a glass and drink it. We know we should. We know it’s good for us. We even feel better when we do. So what’s the glitch?

We forget.

Until we deem it “essential” to the rhythm of who we are, it registers more as a “should”.  If we desire that something be  woven into the fabric of how we live the day, we have to make room.

Here’s what I’ve found. When I ask God to help me remember to drink water, He does. Then He leaves it up to me to decide whether I’m going to act on His prompt—or not.

I think praying can be like that. We know we should. We know we will benefit.

We forget.

Sometimes I come the end of a day and realize that I’ve hardly prayed. I feel guilty, especially because I’ve even asked God to help me remember!

And this is where I have to remember who God is.  He is patient—perfectly so.  He knows what gets in the way of our praying.

The key is that we begin again. We’re not starting over. We’re taking a new step forward. We just start talking—to him.  I have found that my most helpful next step is to unload my disappointment that I haven’t prayed.

I just speak the truth, “God, I’m sorry I hardly talked to you today.”

Have you ever noticed how “I’m sorry…” usually leads to “Please help me…”?

Hmmm. Sounds like a conversation starter. And guess WHO is on the other end!

GOD IS RIGHT HERE.

God knows the state of our heart. He sees it.
Still, he believes in us and knows who we can become.
He wants to help us get there . . one day at a time.