Nope, nothing's terribly wrong. Many things are pretty right. Other things are up in the air.
Welcome to life as we know it.
But our corner of the world doesn't have to be turned on its head to ask for prayer, right?
As kids of the King, we can just ask. And if you're not a kid of the King, and don't even know if you believe in the King (aka God), you can ask too.
In fact, I wish you would.
Because you see, you might not agree with me, but our not seeing eye to eye on a worldview doesn't keep me from loving you and wanting the best for you. And the best, in my heart of hearts, is lifting your concerns to my heavenly Father.
You don't have to sign up to be part of the Jesus tribe for me to pray on your behalf. Reality—It would actually be pretty cruel and unfeeling if I didn't.
Hear my heart, and please don't get your feelings hurt. When I see a heartfelt, gut-wrenching post, and the responses are sending good energy, positive thoughts, all my love your way, I get warm and fuzzy. You wanna know why? Because those words typed out on the keyboard are absolutely sincere. Those sweet people are offering an individual all they've got, from the depths of their soul.
When people offer that to me, I'm thankful. They love me, and I'm so appreciative.
But for one who has been held by the Creator of the universe, who has opened her soul up, screaming I don't understand, Please help me, I don't want to go on, Give me peace, Oh dear God, No!, I don't like You, Your decisions don't make sense, and in turn, has been comforted with palpable gestures—tears wiped away, rocked into an overwhelming place of rest that makes no sense—I understand there is more than what my hands, my heart, my mind can offer you.
And that more does not come from me.
I can stare at your picture all day long, reflect on who you are as a person, send you all the feels my mind can conjure, and in my soul, I know it's not enough. However, if I say a heartfelt prayer to the One who loves me regardless of all the crap I've thrown in His face over the years, I know I've done all I can do.
You may be shaking your head as you read this in full disagreement and that's okay, too. I don't have my Bible out ready to thump you over the head. In fact, you will not see one Scripture verse in this blog.
Just a request.
Pray for me.
I'm still grieving. My parents, my adopted mom, Diana, my baby brother have passed on to eternity and I miss them. I'm functioning, laughing, writing, parenting, working, all that jazz. I'm not paralyzed or in a corner rocking, staring out into space. But I still need your prayers. My family needs your prayers.
I'm in between writing projects and sort of at a standstill on what to do next. I'm waiting for direction. And if you know me, you know I am not so good at the whole waiting thing.
I'm married, have two teenagers, a business to help run, and people to love. Need I say more? Prayers are deeply appreciated.
If you don't believe, I have a formula, a script for you.
Hey God that Amanda believes in,
There you go. Wham bam, thank you ma'am or sir. And I'll take all the positive energy, thoughts, virtual hugs, and kisses you can throw my way, too.
AND (I know there are a lot of those in this blog) if you do have a concern or a request, you know where to find me. I will pray for you. Promise.
Moving with Scribbles,
Amanda Williams is a forty-year old wife and mother of two who can still swing her pony tail and display just a tad of sass. She is also a Jesus loving girl who realizes she is nothing without the One who saved her. Amanda has two degrees specializing in serving students with special needs and is currently working in the field of Leadership Development. She is a Christian author, speaker, blogger, and publisher who loves serving beside her husband at her local place of worship, First Baptist Church of Ocala.