I get eyelash extensions. I know, it makes me sound like a diva pants. But I get them and I am in love with getting them. I love them. More than a person should love eyelashes. I need to find a recovery group for people who are addicted to eyelash extensions. But, my eyelashes are like a really dysfunctional boyfriend. I love them to death, but they gave me an eye infection. It's weeks of an eyelash horror movie over here, not so hot. But I finally woke up with my eyes swollen shut and I decided that is was maybe a good time to see a doctor so I could do things I enjoy doing again like opening my eyes. It was a long day at the doctor's office, let me tell you. I was there for hours. I was really loosing my stuff. I had work I needed to do and prep for some upcoming events and I had just gotten back the day before from a trip, so I was not a happy camper. I was in the doctor's office, doing what any intelligent resourceful human does in the occasion of your eyes swelling closed when you have 3,000 things to do: Pinterest-ing shoes and cupcakes, instead of working, and complaining that I had been there for three hours. The thought occurred to me, maybe I should pray since I'm so stressed... And then I was like whoa, whoa, whoa, I am way too busy. Too much on my brain. Seriously, there is so much going on and I need to pin these vegan cupcakes on my cupcake board, despite the fact I'm not vegan. No thanks Jesus, I don't have time in my stressful rage, thank you very much. The little boy in the next room just dropped his sucker and he sounds pretty upset, so, maybe you shoulf go check up on him.
And then I realized, hmm. Maybe that's. Ummmmm. Wrong. Mind you, two days before this, me in all my wisdom about prayerfulness had been giving one of my friends advice about prayer and I whipped out all the fancy Christian vocabulary on her. Included was how important fellow shipping with God was, how it's impact-ful it is to your Christian walk it is to have real time with Jesus, the whole nine Jesus-loving yards. So after I had a little reality check Carlie time, it made a bit more sense that God who, you know, holds the universe and the perfect will of all humanity in his hands, would probably be able to help me out with some swollen eyes and a big to-do list. Prayer is one of those things needs to be everyone's first resort whenever anything happens, but it's usually the thing that we all save until the end when nothing else works out. And then we go through the, "well, I guess I'll pray then since you didn't give me what I want Jesus. And Pinterest-ing my future wedding didn't solve my problems so. Let's talk I guess." thing. But there never is really a "good" excuse for not praying. It's something you can literally do anytime anywhere at any point. It's talking directly to God. When you think about it, it's a no-brainer why we should do it all the day long, but it's a struggle for everyone. You can't be too busy to pray.
Matthew 26:41, “Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.”
Mark 11:24, "Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours."
Luke 6:12, "One of those days Jesus went out to a mountainside to pray, and spent the night praying to God."