Session with God

No clients tonight, Lord.  This is not a bad thing!  I rather look forward to a night to spend talking a bit to You.

I guess I have a laundry list of prayers.  Sorry.  When I say I will pray, I mean to keep my word.

• Bobby and Heather and baby conceived: Dearest Father, You love life.  You have gifted us with life, especially eternal life.  As Bobby and Heather cling to the beginning life they have helped You to create, please protect the tiny one inside.  It's early in the process--only 5 or 6 weeks.  (Progesterone injections appear to be indicated only for those who have "preterm births" which I didn't think was the same as a miscarriage.) 
• Mom and Jennifer (Power-Penwell): What??!?  She is "anonymously" calling Wanda and calling her a b****, wishing for her death, accusing Wanda of ruining her life?  As if Jen isn't fully -- hasn't already done a bang-up job on her own.  

Lord, I also have not recovered yet from the insult from the pastor of the church.  I am better, though.  I still cannot sit through his sermon, but with having to substitute in Grade 2 this week, I didn't have to.  (And I SO enjoyed teaching that small class of 7!)  Humility, Lord, right?  <grimace>

"Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit.  Rather, in humility value others above yourselves."  Philippians 2:3

So, in reality, I am smarter than many people but that does not necessarily mean that I am better.  I am ... what?  Faster-thinking?  More logical?  Oy.  This humility thing is a little more complicated than I would have thought.  Correct assessment is not the same as being proud, or humble.

My head is getting confused.

All right, Lord.  It is getting later, and I should go get some food and get home.  Help with humility, dear God.  I do want to abandon my pride.  Yes--and no.  To be honest.  But I want to be close to You, and You don't like pride.

Darned Keys

Lord, so often I say that I will pray, but then I get busy and distracted and don't actually do it.  So, I have lost my work keys.  Or You have hidden them from me so that I can sit here and actually trust You to show me where they are.  My eyes hurt.  My head is cluttered.  When this happens, I typically just waste time with games.  But no, not this time.  Please help me to think clearly, to retrace my steps, to use wisdom and grace in dealing with others who might have told me in error that my keys were not there when (hopefully!) they are.

I need a day off anyway.  Maybe I have a virus?  A retreat would be nice.  :)  A retreat at home would be even nicer....

Please, dear Father, send an angel to bring me my keys, or bring me to my keys~

I, of course, want to end this prayer in the traditional, good-Christian way: "In Jesus's name."  In this case, it is for Jesus's sake and by the omniscience of the Holy Spirit, please?  Amen!