The other night, as Scott and I were going to bed, we prayed together as we usually do before going to sleep. But it was a short prayer. And here's the reason.
For the first time, it seems, there's nothing to ask for.
For the last four years, I cannot remember a time we weren't praying for a miracle with our finances, a new apartment, or a new job (that one in particular). But the other night, none of those things held true. We're not millionaires, but with both of us working consistenly for the first time in a long time, the bank account is stable and the bills are getting paid. We've got an apartment that's meeting our needs and on top of that, isn't falling apart. And like I said, we're both working. And working in New York.
So after our short prayer seemed inadequate, I've been focusing on thanksgiving. And I have a lot to be thankful for right now. (See above paragraph.) And I feel like I have more room to pray for other people because I'm not so consumed in my own needs. Even after a few bad days at work, I take comfort in the fact that right now, I want, and need, nothing more than I have. And that's a good feeling.
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