I petitioned the Lord.
I asked, within me, directed to Him, what I could do to improve my walk. I asked for a sign, and remember, I hesitate in part to ask for signs because Jesus seemed almost exasperated that people in his day continually wanted signs. But they wanted signs to prove their faith.
I have the faith, on the other hand, have the belief, and asked for direction from the Lord, not proof of his superiority. I have zero doubt in the Lord. I submit to the Lord.
What I wanted was direction.
So I did something strange.
I took my fingers along the pages of the Bible and seemingly randomly selected a word, not unlike a gambler drawing a random card, or like a Tarot reader might select a seemingly random card as an insight.
Top of the page, in the book Luke, Christ teaching the disciples how to pray.
So that was what I needed. Christ's instruction on how to pray.
And from there, my hope grows, hope through faith, hope through the word on a bedrock of faith.
So I could do it through prayer, advance my case. Prayer, the way.
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