Have you ever been afraid to pray?

Disclaimer: If you are the type of person who has it all together, this post IS NOT for you. 

I don’t care how churchy, save or sanctified, fire filled, or pristine you may feel… honesty is necessary to read this post. I have experienced something a couple of times this year. I was afraid to pray. Not because I shun time with the Father, heavens no. I was afraid of the testing that comes after you have been in an encounter with God. You know when your spirit is full, your faith is on, your face is smiling, you feel good…and then…something begins to happen to that foundation you started with.

SEVERAL times this year, especially last school year, I would enter a mind numbing worship experience with the Lord. I would cry out in prayer from the very bottom of my soul. I’d pour out every bit of life I had, into the worship. I would “lay it on the throne” if you would. I would get to work with my spiritual armor on, right. Why then, did I NOT expect a battle? When I got to work stuff went “bad”…and fast. Today wasn’t detrimental, but it was not harmonious. Normally, things would continue to spiral downward until I was a puddle of “has been” on the floor. Not today. While I was still physically shaken, I remembered my time with BIG God. Adjective needed. I held on to the hope that the God that protects me, was still on duty. I am thankful that God doesn’t sleep. 

….regrouping. Realizing that your faith will be tested comes with the wisdom that you’ve got to be ready. Today, for two seconds, I almost regretted that test.

Know that THIS teacher always has the end in mind. God knows how strong you are, even when you don’t. He is not done with any of us. HE sustained me, He will sustain you as well. 

Pray. Worship. Fellowship with the Master. Then remain on alert. Shout victory early!!

Ivy Out