Prayer and Crying Out

Today, I found myself in a position not to different from many others that I end up in.

The difference was the response.

To begin this, I would like to point out that I have found that the best way for me to release my emotions is through writing. I write these words on this blog to no one but myself. You, the reader, find yourself reading a journal of sorts.

Nonetheless, I have learned something through my differing responses. I have found that I am truly happy when I am crying out to God. When I am begging on someone else's behalf.





I just got home from watching the new Robin Hood. It wasn't the best movie that I've ever seen but it didn't seem like the 2 and 1/2 hours that it was. It was quite enjoyable. but the scene that caught my attention was towards the end when Robin is finally on the same battle field as the traitor, Godfrey and Marian just happens to be that girl who sneaks away to the field to fight for the revenge of her father. While this does sound like a scene from Lord of the Rings, it still caught my attention. Marian is fighting Godfrey when she is destroyed and a bearded Robin/Russell Crowe gallops in and fights Godfrey through all odds of a rising tide and boats around him to save his woman.



Long story short, Robin finds himself holding Marian, kissing her while his manly forehead bleeds manly blood etc etc etc.



Basically, it's that scene where all the guys watching get that urge to rise up and kill people to protect their women. Fact is, that urge is deep within all guys. We were made that way. To want to kill dragons and fight evil and save pretty girls. It's in us. We can't help it.



I've found myself there, recently. I've wanted to save her. I've wanted to take away her pain, my dragon. I've had to come to terms that life isn't always like that. Her pain is not a dragon, nor it is even under my control at all.


It's been a huge growing place for me. I've gotten frustrated and God has reminded me of the only thing that I am capable of doing: crying out to God. God is her Savior, I am not. I am merely her companion. Her friend. Now, I can get on my knees, I can scream at the top of my lungs, I can plead with Him. that I can do. I can talk to God and I can give it to Him. That's what I can do. and that is what I began doing today.

Life isn't black and white and good and evil. It's blurry and hard to see the lines. You just have to run to God. Run and do not stop, run and you will not grow weary. I have to give it to Him. Cry out to Him.

"The Lord is my portion," says my soul, "therefore, I hope in Him!"
The Lord is good to those who wait for Him, To the soul who seeks Him.
It is good that one should hope and wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord."
Lamentations 3: 24-26