Ponderings of an always trying, always failing, always forgiven Christian.

I pray. Its a general trait of a Christian.

Now, what I don’t do a lot is pray expectantly. Its much easier for me to appeal to God like a child would to Santa: asking with puppydog eyes, and hoping inside that he’ll get what he wants.

Especially when its something dear to my heart, that (I think) I need, it is hard to put forth my trust in God, knowing that He’ll deliver (even if it isn’t how I’d expect). I don’t like to be let down.

Its times like this that I need to remember why my God has a capital “G”. He isn’t a deity out of Greek mythology, who is just as selfish and flawed as man. He is the God of the universe, and He is good. Therefore, his will is good.

Hate having to ingrain knowledge into my heart. Humbug.