These are all labels that have been used to describe me. The list does not stop there and I’m certain I haven’t heard them all. Fine by me.
As time goes on, I am becoming more and more comfortable with how God has labeled me… how He has labeled all of us. He calls my husband a valiant warrior and me the daughter of the one true King.
I am learning, by faith, to embrace the labels and gifts He has given me. I have been trying to understand and articulate the difference between a gift and a discipline in this Christian walk.
In the journey I have become friends with a wonderful lady who has challenged me in the discipline of prayer. Anyone who meets her says, “Man! That girl can throw down a prayer!” She is labeled the Praying Sandi.
So, while on a walk with my nearly one-year-old this week, when we came across a praying mantis I immediately thought of her. We stopped and took a few minutes to observe the insect because little babies find these animals fascinating. They really are amazing creatures to look at, their long arms forever folded in a praying position. I captured a shot of my little fella during his moment of total fascination and thought it’s time for me to become a praying Jenn.
I know how to pray. I pray. But I am not known as a prayer warrior.
I want to be known as a gal who can throw down a prayer. I want to have passion in my communication with God who totally knows my heart.
So here it is: when you call me, text me, email me, Facebook me or ask me face to face to pray… I will. Expect me to do it right then and count on me to remember to lift you up over and over as I learn to become like a praying Sandi.
“Devote yourselves to prayer, keeping alert in it with an attitude of thanksgiving Colossians 4:2, NASB