You spin me around

Ever feel like that?

Spinning around and around the room, constantly changing shape. At any moment so up and then at any moment so low you are dripping off the plate?

Lately, life has been spinning fast. I cannot focus on anything much less influence the shape my life is taking.
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I hit the carpet pleading for God to please BLESS me.
Seriously, is that not what was drilled into us before bed?

"God Bless Mommy
God Bless Daddy
God Bless My Gamble at Work Today
God Bless my Car to not really be Totaled..."

Joking aside, I would be lying if I said did not want God's blessing. However, since my finite mind cannot help but put God in a box- I feel like when I pray like that in a rough time I make HIM into a really personal genie. Hypothetically: My prayer maybe is not answered the way I thought (Let's review: I am a lump of clay and God's plan does NOT revolve around me) and then I really start tumbling around and doubt my faith, God's reality... etc etc etc...

Then- all of a sudden-I am a weeping puddle all over the floor

If this sounds familiar- read on...
(if this does not sound familiar I need whatever vitamins you are taking)

Instead, right then- right when I feel weak: Maybe I must cling to the Hands that are strong.Maybe I need to be flexing into those Hands so closely I do not miss a rotation without feeling their shaping influence. Maybe the Hands are going to balance the thin and thick spots so I am not too heavy on one side and that is really the blessing.

Maybe I need to comply with the instructions of the hands responsible for me.

Funny how that's the definition of Obedience.

The moral: I am going to try a new prayer. Obedience to the Hands that shape me. just some thoughts, from another super-extra-special lump of dirt.