OUR DAILY BREAD

I am enjoying the book How to Pray When You Don't Know What to Say by Elmer L. Towns. The title caught my attention because I have had many days lately where I didn't know what to say when I prayed. Home assignment (which is the new word for furlough) is always a mix between chaos, stress and pleasure. Imagine squeezing four years of things you haven't been able to do, see, feel, smell, taste and enjoy into four tiny months. I am often torn between the "oughts" and "shoulds" of life; hence the state of mind when I try to pray. I've been scoring high on guilt, but I try to console myself that God understands, knows my heart, and isn't holding a stick over my head. That's where the "daily bread" comes in. Our daily bread isn't just physical bread, but all our needs for each day. We are to trust God to provide not only food for our bodies, but the daily emotional and mental needs as well. Towns says, "God wants us to go to Him, tug on His pocket, and ask Him for the needs on our hearts each day." That helped me a lot. I've given God my Daily Planner because it just got too overwhelming as I hear the clock tick, ticking away to D-Day on October 30th. (P.S. He's doing a bang-up job--just like I knew He would!)