I was scrubbing away at the stove this morning when my room mate ran into the kitchen holding a paper and a zip drive. "Are you leaving or eating?" she asked.
"Hunh?"
"Are you leaving or can I show you my presentation while you eat?"
"No, show me the presentation."
My poor little Naga friend was assigned a presentation on upgrading a church's technology system. This is unfortunate because #1. technology is something she doesn't care about apart from her laptop and #2 she is from a part of India where technology belongs in Science Fiction films or at best is simply unaffordable. In a word, the project was pretty much irrelevant to her future ministry.
She presented and did excellent - the only area of improvement being her pronunciation of a few words I myself had difficulty getting out and putting the emphasis on the right syllable in the long string of technological wordage belonging to the various sound-system instruments.
"Rachel PRAY FOR ME! I am so nervous and stressed about this presentation! I have been working on it for so long and I'm so stressed! I called my mom and asked her to pray for me and you must also!" she stuffed her laptop and zip drive into her bag and breezed out the door.
A little thing, this presentation, to my way of thinking, but big when I consider that English is Priskali's third language, she's a private person who doesn't like to be the center of attention and didn't care about the topic of her presentation.
The cool thing about this room mate is that we have this cool deal: She'll listen to me rant and rave and I'll listen to her rant and rave, we'll offer advice or feedback if asked but the main (and usually only) action taken will be prayer, and that's it. Neither of us try to convince the other to change perspectives on the matter discussed - although it is often tempting for both of us - but always turn the other back to the Bible and Jesus.
Not saying that no one else in my life does this, just saying how cool God is to make my room mate one of those people.
And there's been lots of reasons for ranting and praying lately. Various close friends are dealing with serious illness or health complications that are dangerous, dealing with the death of loved
Snap. Being an adult is NOT all its cracked up to be!
The main frustration for me personally is not knowing what comfort to offer or not being able to FIX anything.
So the only thing to do is offer prayer, more prayer, and even more prayer. And getting steeped in the Word.
A friend of mine who I hadn't really seen all semester asked me the other day,
"So what are you doing in your spare time these days?"
I grinned, knowing how the truth would sound but was honest:
"Praying and reading my Bible."
Jason did a double-take and gave me a look like, 'Seriously I know we'r
"Yeah I know... sounds weird and all spiritual, but honestly, that's what I do in my spare time. It's just been one thing after the other."
"Hmm... everything okay?"
"Well... yeah... I mean... no... it will be... but... you know."
It's not like there's one big horrible thing going on, its just a series of small to middle-sized things
I'm glad God is using this time to show me how important Prayer is, and how much more effective Prayer is than any other method of dealing with things. But I really wish that God would teach me things outside of object lessons! Example, when I pray for patience, I'd like the patience instilled FIRST and then get the experiences where I need patience. But see God likes to give me these things backwards: gives me the experiences where I need patience and through grueling self-discipline I practice it, or at least make a half-hearted effort and feel like I botched that test; get to look forward to taking it again. *snarl*
So... as one of my friends said, "Sounds like you are just ready for break!!"
Oh yeah!
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