Yes, it is a season of I want___________. I have grown up in the Lord and realized that God likes it when I say to him, "I want a privacy fence and a patio and a fire pit and some more flowers and a big garden and a wild flower meadow and new living room furniture and to build a dining room on to the house and a new bra and to lose weight and for my hair to grow and laser surgery on my eyes and a day off."
That's right, the mature Christian knows that God loves those kind of conversations. You disagree? I believe that God loves hearing this from me because for a long time I prayed for global issues and salvation and protection for my kids and healing for others and to be bailed out of whatever my current crisis was and a pure heart and wisdom and all sorts of very important things. All things that made good solid sense and nothing frivolous and foolish. Sort of like Amish prayers. Well, you know what I mean.
Now I pray for all of those things but I also pray at Target, God I want that bedspread! I pray while blogging, God I want to live in that house! I pray at Lowe's, God I want peonies! Isn't this really just a way of acknowledging that everything comes from him?
The difference is that prayer is really just a conversation and I didn't always know how to have those with God. I felt I needed to be somehow holy with the things I brought to him, so he would be pleased and hear my prayers. But now, hallelujah, I have figured something out! God wants to hear every single thing! So now, I tell him.
God, I want to punch that person right in the head. God, why can't these boyz clean up after themselves? God, I'm fat. God, I really want apple pie. God, this traffic is ridiculous. God, I am way too tired to get out of bed this early.
Here's what I think; I think that if I would say it to my husband, my kids, my friends, it is insulting not to talk about it to God. Like a child, confidant enough to ask her dad for an ice cream cone. I'm not afraid he'll be angry at me for the asking. What kind of father would that be? Now, he might tell me "no." That happens on occasion. And in truth, the more I ask him for , the more nos I accumulate. But we talked about it. I revealed every silly selfish immature heartfelt desire of my heart.
That's not religion, it's a relationship. I like it much better.
P.S. I want new siding on my house and a new bathrobe and a glass of lemonade and sunny weather and a pair of yoga pants.