We all need to pray

I've been church-visiting every Sunday since the year started. In a bad way, church-hopping.

Honestly, I've been so well-fed that I actually have been relying on Sunday messages to sustain me throughout the week. For the first time in my life, I understood what it meant when preachers say we aren't to rely on Sunday messages to charge us up through the week. Goes to show how I'm getting really lazy and complacent and on a more serious note, how my spiritual life is declining.

The horrible past few months should have been a warning to me to really get some quality time with God. Truly God cares. I'm probably the last person on earth He would want to give a warning to. Whichever church we would be at that Sunday, God would send a timely message. Today was a hard warning and scales just fell of my eyes.

I've been dealing with my problems very carnally, which I shouldn't have done so. I'm exhausted because I've been using my human mind to plan and decipher my next step. This is the place where God has placed me. This is a place where I will never be able to survive if I depend on my own strength. It's no longer based on my efforts but I'm actually treading on spiritual ground. When my contract staff jokingly said I needed to pray, I brushed her aside when I should have taken action.

It's been a tough walk. It's time I got down on my knees and pray.