Daily Effective Prayer

It's funny how somebody else's testimony can make you question your own relationship with God. A Christian shares how clearly God directed them through a difficult decision. They explain what happened, what God showed them, and how they knew exactly what to do. You listen, and somewhere during the conversation you start wondering why hearing God doesn't seem quite that straightforward for you. I've seen people get frustrated over this. They love God, they pray, they read their Bible, but they're convinced they're missing something because another Christian seems to have a much better handle on hearing His voice. I've wondered about it myself. Especially when someone describes an experience with such confidence that you almost feel embarrassed admitting your own experience was considerably less dramatic. I've heard testimonies that genuinely encouraged me. I've also heard some that left me with questions I didn't want to ask out loud. Not necessar...

There was a box in my garage that I walked past for months. Nothing interesting in it. Old paperwork, a few cables, instructions for things I probably don't own anymore, and several objects I had apparently decided were too important to throw away but not important enough to identify. Every once in a while I'd move the box. Not empty it. Move it. That distinction matters because moving something can create a wonderful feeling of progress without requiring you to actually deal with it. I've discovered I can do something similar with problems. I move them around. Think about them. Talk about them. Pray about them. Then occasionally I realize there is something fairly obvious I could do, and I haven't done it. Prayer can become part of the moving. I don't love admitting that. I believe in prayer. My life and ministry are built around encouraging people to pray. I've seen God answer prayer in ways I couldn't have arranged myself, and there are situations where p...

I have asked God the same question more times than I care to admit. Not because the question was especially complicated. I just kept hoping the answer might change. There was a decision I needed to make, and for a while I genuinely didn't know what to do. So I prayed about it. I thought about it. I talked with someone I trusted. I prayed some more. Nothing unusual there. Eventually, though, one direction started making considerably more sense than the other. I didn't like it. So I continued asking. “God, please show me what to do.” A few days later. “Father, I really need Your direction here.” Then again. “God, make this clear.” At some point I had to admit that clarity might not be the problem anymore. I simply preferred the other answer. That happens to me more than I'd like. I Like Options I was looking for a tool at a hardware store once and found three versions of basically the same thing. One was cheap. One was expensive. The third one seemed to exist primarily to mak...

I knew I needed to make a phone call. The number had been sitting in my contacts for days. Nothing catastrophic had happened, nobody was threatening anybody, and there wasn't some enormous family feud worthy of its own television series. I'd simply handled something badly, knew I'd handled it badly, and didn't particularly want to hear myself admit it out loud. So naturally I prayed about other things. Quite a few things, actually. I prayed for my family. I prayed about work. I prayed for somebody who was having a difficult time. I thanked God for several things and probably found another legitimate request or two hiding somewhere in my head. Very productive prayer. Except for the phone call. I knew what was happening too. That's what made it worse. There are times when we don't know what God wants us to do. I've experienced plenty of those. This wasn't one of them. I knew. I just didn't want to do it. There Are Prayers That Feel A Little Dangerous “...

I answered too quickly the other day. The question wasn't difficult. Nobody was trying to corner me. Somebody asked if I could do something, and before I'd really thought about what was involved, I heard myself saying, “Yeah, I can do that.” Then came the details. Of course there were details. A date I hadn't considered. Preparation I hadn't considered. Another commitment I'd completely forgotten about until roughly thirty seconds after agreeing. I walked away thinking, Why didn't you just say, “Let me think about it”? Apparently those five words are much harder for me than they should be. I've prayed about major decisions before. I've prayed about where to go, what to do, whether to move forward with something, whether to wait. What I haven't done nearly enough is pray about my mouth before the decision comes out of it. Some Of My Problems Started With A Sentence That's uncomfortable to admit. Not every stressful situation in my life was imposed...

I noticed something about myself that I didn't particularly like. I'm really good at praying when there's a problem. Give me uncertainty and suddenly I'm talking to God all day. A difficult phone call coming up? I'm praying. Somebody I love is struggling? Praying. Something happens financially that I wasn't expecting? I'm probably praying before I've even figured out exactly what happened. Then things settle down. Everybody seems okay. Nothing urgent is happening. And somehow I get quieter. I don't deliberately decide I need God less. It isn't like I wake up and think, “Everything's going pretty well, Father, I'll take it from here.” But sometimes that's basically how I live. That bothers me. I Realized It On A Completely Normal Day Nothing happened. That's actually why I remember it. I had finished some work, taken care of a couple of things around the house, answered messages, and gone outside to deal with something I'd been...