Not Your Momma's Prayer Time...

I just had prayer time on a waverunner. Yes, a waverunner. Or a "Water Harley" as JenJo likes to call it. I'm not talking about the kind of prayer you lift up from a waverunner when you are the unwilling passenger of a wreckless driver. Or the kind of prayer you say through clenched teeth as you've pushed the machine harder than you can handle. I'm talking about prayers being lifted up as you speed away from something, or towards something, or through or around something.

I needed to take off, feel the sun on my face, the wind in my hair, the waves beside me and the speed beneath me. I needed to hold the throttle wide open and at the same time talk wide open with God. I have so many questions for Him right now. Namely, why? Why, God? Why am I still in this place with these same feelings? Why are things the way they are? Why can't I get over this, get past this? Why is my heart breaking...still...again? Why does he want her instead of me? Why do I want him over anyone else? Why haven't you turned his heart? Why haven't you turned mine? Why have I had dreams? Why have others had dreams that confirmed my dreams? Why did I have to be asked about him yet again today? Why would I have these desires if they aren’t going to be fulfilled?

The great thing about having prayer time like this on a waverunner is that your tears are hidden by the waves that splash up on your face so no one knows except you and God.

Now the hard part is listening for His answer and trusting His voice.

“Lord, I believe, but help my unbelief.”