A lady requested prayer from our group. She said she was spiritually exhausted. Battling a spiritual warfare on behalf of an addicted son had taken it’s toll on her. She came in the room, and looked spent. Looking like she didn’t have much more to give, she knew prayer could give her strength to continue the battle. Those of us in the room loved on her as much as we could. We wanted to offer help. Where do you start when someone feels they are spiritually exhausted? She probably felt she’d reached the end of her rope, and was reaching out. I didn’t know her very well. Prayer was the best thing I could do.

While I was mowing this evening, I noticed the plants and decided today was water day.  It has been cloudy and cooler (mid 90s) the last couple of days and they are faring better, but the heat will be back.  Then I thought about our lives with Jesus. 

He does not always plant us in the easiest environments.  There are things we all enjoy doing in service to God, but there are other things that are not part of our choice garden.