Confession is good for the soul
Confession is good for the soul
The Joy Lady
By Verna Davis
This is a column of confessions. I know it sounds silly to confess my weaknesses and faults (as well as numerous sins) in such a public forum. But I’ve found that if I confess—in print—it helps keep me accountable. So, here are my confessions—at least the ones I am willing to tell you about!
Confession #1. Sometimes (okay, all the time) I love caffeine. Lots of caffeine. Caffeine in any form: chocolate, diet coke, iced tea, and coffee. I’ve been known to be crabby and irritable before my morning fix of coffee. My husband and even my dog avoid me till after I’ve consumed that first cup of strong, hot, black coffee. Sorry.
Confession #2. Sometimes I don’t like to be around people. I’m generally a very social creature, but there are times I yearn for a bit of solitude with a good book and a tall glass of diet coke. Sometimes people bug me. Sorry.
Confession #3. Sometimes I don’t want to be alone. I know this might be confusing considering the above confession, but there are times when I’ve had all the quiet I can take and I just need to be around people who are laughing and talking up a storm. Sorry.
Confession #4. Sometimes I don’t like to clean my house. I don’t like cleaning off the kitchen counter for the third time that day. I don’t like emptying the trash for the tenth time that week. I don’t like picking up stray shoes and jackets and odd bits of clothing that never seem to find their own way to the closet. I just don’t like to do that stuff. Sorry.
Confession #5. Sometimes I forget to do the things I have said I would do. For instance, last week, I ran into a friend in the laundry aisle of a grocery store. She told me about her cousin who was going through some serious stuff. The cousin’s marriage was in a state of limbo, her finances were in a jumble, and she was searching for some answers. I shook my head in sympathy and grabbed my friend’s hand and we prayed for cousin. Right there in the grocery store surrounded by bottles of bleach and detergent pods. I promised to continue to pray for her cousin. But I forgot to pray for her cousin. I’m sorry. So very sorry.
I’m sure we’re all guilty of promising to pray for someone and then forgetting to do the actual praying.
Did you know that every word we utter in prayer is heard by God Almighty? Every. Single. Word. Did you know that when we don’t know what to pray, when we don’t know how to form the words, when we can’t even utter a sound, the Holy Spirit takes our groaning and our struggling straight to the ears of God? Did you know that when we don’t have anything else to say, we can just say, “Jesus” and know that God understands? That’s the power of prayer. Simply put, we speak, God listens and things happen.
We must never forget to pray. “Pray continually,” says First Thessalonians 5:17.
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