I have terrible skin.
I always have, and probably always will. When I get stressed, I break out in acne, and you can always tell my emotional state by looking at my complexion. Quite sad really.
One day at church, a few months after I started work, a friend of mine who is also a lawyer commented that my skin was looking good. I discovered that she had prayed that when I started work my skin would clear up, because she said she knew how hard it was to start a new job and be taken seriously, without the added pressure of teenage skin.
Why didn’t I think of that?
I mean I prayed hard over each job interview, and hard over which job offer to choose, and hard that God would sustain me in my chosen career. It just never occurred to me God might also be interested in my skin. Talk about small-minded.
I think we sometimes do that with God, we treat him like his attention is free minutes on a mobile phone contract. You know, where you get 120 free minutes to use in the month. 2 whole hours of free time, but you’re afraid to use it to phone your friends, because what if you need to talk to someone urgently on the 29th of the month, and have no minutes left. Shouldn’t you save it until then, just in case something more important comes up.
Do we think God will refuse to hear our “serious” prayers later if we bug Him with too much of the “petty” stuff now? Or do we just think he is too important to deal with this?
So next time I’m in need, hopefully I’ll remember to put in a call. No free minutes on this package - God’s already got the bill covered, and we can talk as much as we like.