Be careful what you pray for. Seriously. I was hit with the reality a few years back that ev.er.y.thing boils down to love. So in my brilliance I asked God to teach me how to really love. I mean really love. He heard me. And let me testify, real love is painful because self has to die. Completely die.
Set your minds on things that are above, not on things that are on earth. For you have died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God.
I was on a run yesterday after being given the opportunity to show some raw, Jesus love. And do you know what God had the audacity to do in my spirit? He led me to pray for someone who had uninvitedly crushed me. Are you kidding? Pray for her?!
As the words of intercession whispered across my lips, the ability of our God struck me. That He can take a broken, incapable vessel (me!) and transform it into something that (imperfectly) reflects His grace and love. It blew me away. It went against every rational feeling that stirred in my deceptive heart — you know, those feelings of revenge and insult.
And it pointed to Him, the author of love.
Fill me, Lord…
Have you ever momentarily regretted a prayer?