Talking Straight

While sitting at Sky Harbor waiting for my plane this morning, I thought about the presidential debate last night. It's going to sound crazy, but I kept thinking about McCain's bus, The Straight Talk Express. The focus of the campaign slogan is to cut all the fancy jibberish and get to the point. Then I got a bright idea. I need to apply this concept to my prayer life. I need to do more straight talk with God. I need to get to point and tell Him just how I feel about everything that concerns me. With still a half hour wait for the plane, I reached into my purse for my latest issue of David Wilkerson's newsletter. In a nutshell, Wilkerson gives some uplifting tips to his down-hearted readers who are feeling the pinch of this economic downward spiral. The first tip is to pray instead of panic. You'll feel a lot better when you talk to God about it. My thoughts exactly..straight talk. The second tip was love people unconditionally. Wilkerson reminded me how holding on to offenses blocks that big blessing God wants to pour out on me.

I like boarding Southwest Airlines. No assigned seats, you can sit anywhere you please. I felt led to select a seat next to a mid 30's business woman traveling solo just like me. We started yaking and the flight to San Diego felt like five minutes. Here's the kicker: Melissa mentioned she loves her new Bible Study group under the direction of Beth Moore. I could just picture Beth Moore as Melissa described her stressing the need for us to pray telling God "just how it is...what we're feeling, what our attitudes are...spill it out to Him!

Okay, okay, I get it; I'm convinced. No more fancy schmanchy rhetoric. He's not impressed. God wants straight talk. I get it. I'm riding that bus.

Jeremiah 29:12
Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you.

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