I was talking to my friend the other day. Actually, I talk to him every day because he likes to know where I am and what's going on. I told my grandson, "I want to know where you are at all times." He asked me why, so I told him, "Because I love you." You might find that a strange comment but if someone never tells you they love you, you will either feel unloved or never find a it necessary to say those three little words and that would be a shame.
I realize not everyone knows what love is. Some people say, "I love you," so much that when they hang the phone up from talking with the operator, they say, "Love you, bye." That's over using the word a little much. Then there's those that say things like, I love fishing or skating or flowers. One of my school teachers told us that we could not love an inanimate object. I understand that comment. How can you love something that doesn't love back or doesn't know love for that matter?
So anyway, I'm talking with my friend and I'm telling him where I'm at as far as my heart matters. Trying my best to explain how I feel about certain things without being too negative. Of course, he's heard all this before and is patient with me. Anyhow, he lets me prattle on for as long as I want. "You know as well as I do that if so-and-so wouldn't have said what they said or did what they did, I wouldn't be having this problem." And when I'm finished, he sends someone my way to comfort me.
Sometimes he keeps silent because he knows if I talk long enough, I'll see the problem is with me and not the other person. Admitting it is another story.
My friend's name is Jesus and all that whining, complaining, belly aching, ungrateful attitude stuff is called prayer. He listens day and night, He loves unconditionally and if given a chance, He always answers. Maybe not how we want, but He does answer.
If you would like to know more about prayer and how God answers them, visit your local House of God this Sunday. Who knows, you could be someone's answer to prayer.
I still love planting flowers.