A Fun, Funny Post, I Think It To Be. Hope You Agree. It’s Now Still Sunday, February 25, 2018 at 11:02 pm.

Isa 57:21  There is no peace, says my God, for the wicked. 

Prayer Routine Busted!

Duh! Self-righteousness is an abomination—a stench unto the Father’s nostrils, but! My Father set me free to be from that wicked man inside of me. How?

It came to be one morning after many years of my morning routine of prayer for at least one hour. My routine?

Invariable, I would jump out of bed unto my knees by my bed side. Bible opened I would begin in whatever I had left the day before.

Sometimes? A pleading voice. Sometimes? A glad voice. Lots of times? A pleading, lamenting voice. I would sing. I would cry. I would fall on my face, and much more, until?

This specific day? I had done it all. Longer than an hour, I had done it all. I got up. Brushed my calloused knees. Sure I was I had gotten through to the highest heavens for sure!

Perhaps I did, because, as I got up, so sure and proud of my own piety, I heard, loud and clear, I heard something meaning,

Why do you have to change your tone of voice when you pray? Why do have to pray for such determinate time? Why do you have to do all that you do to pray?

Astonished to so clear hear, I exclaimed. “What? And how to You want me to pray?” Amazingly, quickly came His answer,

Just talk to Me with the voice I have gifted thee. Talk to Me as if I was right there with you because I am there in your heart ready to do for you My part. Talk to Me at all times, under any circumstances of gloom or glee? Just talk to Me as you would talk to the best of earthly fathers. Just talk to Me, My child. I will, indeed, lead you as no one else could lead you. I will show you My covenant and reveal to you its deep, inner meaning, just like you have read it in Psalms 25.

Still stuck in my own thinking ….

Well? No more pious wickedness from me from that day forth, but! Still stuck in my own thinking and understanding of His written words, I read,

Psa 2:4  He Who sits in the heavens laughs; the Master has them in derision [and in supreme contempt He mocks them]. 

Hum! I needed to visit my bathroom. As I entered the bathroom? Out of my wicked heart came these words,

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