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Prayer Journaling and weekly update

Good Sunday morning!

This has been a good week.  I have been giving a lot of thought to me, my issues and how God is helping me overcome them.

Last fall, I started using a prayer journal to improve my communication with the Lord. It has worked wonderfully!  I take the time each morning to sit with my journal and a cup of coffee and talk to God.  I realized that my prayer life wasn't what it could, or should be since I wasn't really giving all my attention to God.  It was like sitting talking to a friend and trying to multi-task three other things.  You don't really connect with that person and they probably feel like you aren't paying attention.  God deserves more attention from me - and I deserve to take that time to connect with Him.

I started by reading a bunch of different suggestions on Pinterest - they were very helpful in getting me started.  I bought a spiral bound journal and started writing.  I spent lots of time sitting and thinking about what I wanted to do and how I wanted to arrange my journal. 

When I started doing this, I also started taking time to be quiet and listen.  Anyone who knows me, knows how difficult that is for me!  As I was thinking about/praying about the drug epidemic in our state and nation today, I felt a very strong call toward taking action to do so.

It was February 25th when I finally got my sign.  That day, I found out that the church was starting a restoration and recovery program.  The following day I called and left a message for the director of the program.  There is a lot more to be told about that story, but the point I want to make today is that I started out thinking this was just about me helping others and I now realize that my issues are real and I need help, too.  This is not only about helping others, but about allowing God to help me to overcome my compulsive behaviors.

I can't wait to see where God takes me on this journey.

Have a blessed day!
Missy

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