I blame Hashi’s and Fibro for brain fog so thick I don’t remember to pray for myself.  LOL   I don’t know why it is, but I pray for my children, my dh and my friends, but I can’t seem to remember to pray for me.  I gripe, I joke, I complain, I poke fun, but I hardly ever remember to pray when it comes to my own issues.

Then one day I’m sitting here writing an absurd blog post when a lone idea flies by and smashes me upside my overwhelmed head and asks, “Have you told the Lord?”  Why no.  What a novel idea!

I guess it could be because complaining to other people doesn’t seem too bad, especially when you do it with humor…but complaining to God just sounds awful, doesn’t it?

I remember reading a devotional once that said two things that struck me…upside that same thick skull I just mentioned.  One was that it’s not complaining if you are truly sharing what is in your heart.  The Lord wants to hear from us and He can help.  The other was why we thought God didn’t already know about our complaining.  I mean, it’s not like he didn’t see that Facebook post or was busy the day we talked our best friend’s ear off!

So the other night, during an insomniatic moment, I did just that.  I talked to God.  I prayed for His help.  Know what happened?  I felt better.  Might try that again sometime.  How about you?  😀