Oh, Me of Little Faith

Well, if you've read the previous post, you know I had a disgustingly frustrating afternoon. After trying it on my own for a couple hours, I did in fact pray before tackling it again. Surprise, surprise, it worked. It worked within 15 minutes, in fact. Why do I ever attempt to do anything without praying first? Seriously. How many times does this have to happen before I just begin everything I do with a prayer? I think maybe I've been beaten over the head with it enough that it will change my actions this time. I hope so. I always catch myself thinking that I should be able to handle/do things on my own and that I'm "bothering" God by asking for help. Now, really, just how absurd is that? As a parent, if one of my daughters is having a rough time, I want to help them. I don't want them to struggle with anything unnecessarily. Granted, sometimes struggling teaches a much-needed lesson. But sometimes I struggle with things only because I don't want to ask for help. Is it pride? Maybe. Is it that I don't feel like I deserve help? Very possibly. But just by being God's child I have an unfathomable amount of help, love and support wrapped around me, ready for the taking. All I have to do is ask. So from now on, pray first, then do. Pray first, then do. Easy, right?