I Told God I Hated Him & How it Changed My Life

Talking to God.
There's something about it that scares most people.
Nobody usually jumps at the opportunity to pray over a meal.  For some reason its not the first thought that pops into our mind when our friends are telling us about being sick, being stressed or struggling in life.

What I'm about to share is not necessarily the "right" way to pray.
In fact... after looking up the word "prayer" I wouldn't necessarily call it that.
Its much more simple.  Today I'm thinking about making constant conversation with God.
Kind of like an on-going text message conversation that never really ends - it just gets put on hold while each person carries on in daily activities.

I am going to share how I began to interact with God.  Maybe some people will read this and go,
"Hey!  That's TOTALLY how I interact with Him!"
While others may say, "Who does she think she is? Does she not know what it is to be reverent?"

These responses are legitimate.
I can't tell you whether they're wrong or right.  I can only testify: this is how I talk with God. Take it or leave it.

The day I told God I hated Him was the day that changed my life forever, really.

Excuses, Excuses - Dating, Breakups & Freedom

Behold, You delight in truth in the inward being, and You teach me wisdom in the secret heart.

 – Psalm 51:6

 This conversation takes place a few years ago. The setting?  The briefing room.

 Sitting in this quiet side room after a 2 hour prayer set, my friend and I began to discuss an issue that had been plaguing my thought life. Leaning back, my face slowly began to contort in frustrated thought as my friend creatively doodled on the dry-erase board.

“Sarah… what’s wrong with him liking you?”

“Nothing’s wrong with him liking me.”

“So why don’t you give him a chance?”

“Um.  No.”

“Why not?”

“He’s younger than me by a year.  He’s still in school.   He doesn’t have a car...  

He’s just… not right for me.”

“But you said it yourself.  He’s saying all the right things.  He’s doing all the right things.  He’s the kind of guy you’ve been hoping for.”

“Yeah.  But he’s younger than me.  I’m more mature than him.”

“Wooow.  You’re being pretty critical right now… and those aren’t necessarily good reasons.  All that stuff is something he can grow in.”

“I just… don’t LIKE HIM LIKE THAT, OKAY?”

“Aaaaahhh!!! NOW we’re getting somewhere!”