I’m a bit (insert sarcastic snort here) rusty on my scriptural references, being that I was raised Catholic and all, but I know there’s something in that beautiful book that tells us to pray without ceasing.
I did that this morning for the last 40 minutes of my spin class. As in “Dear, sweet Lord Jesus, please let me die. Now.”
I’m pretty sure that the intent of the admonishment was not that we pray to die during our workouts, but nonetheless, I’m pretty sure He heard me, because I actually had the strength to finish the class. Did I mention it was an hour class? Starting at 5:30 am? Yeah, I’m crazy.
I’m working on talking to God at least once every hour. Sometimes I remember, and sometimes I don’t, and more often than not, it’s a simple “Hi God, thanks for everything!” sort of prayer, but I’m pretty sure it still falls under the “pray without ceasing” category.
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Praying enthusiastically that God will heal my aching butt…