I wrote this blog post about how I had terrible insomnia the night before chaperoning a high school retreat and how I trusted God was going to be the power to help me rise successful.
That sentiment lasted, um, five minutes. I posted those words of wisdom and then promptly went upstairs and bit off my husband’s head.
I was heading to the bathroom to get ready for the retreat, and he said, You’d better hurry, huh?
And I said, Honey –I’m watching the time. Snapping all annoyed at the man -the response of a sleep-deprived woman.
Ooooh, man. Power, where are you?
I closed the door to the bathroom and leaned my hands heavy against the sink counter. Head hanging low.
Moaned these words: No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Jesus. This is not gonna work. Power, remember? I’m tired and weak. This crabbiness is not gonna work with teenagers for two days. I’ve gotta have power.
I stayed there all hunched over, praying the words of a beggar who’s got nothin’ and needs everything.
Jesus says, “Ask and it will be given to you.” (Matthew 7:7 NIV)
Here’s the rest of the story –I had an incredible two days at the retreat.
Not crabby once. Not one single time. This was an act of the living God.
Stayed up till well after midnight with freshmen girls –laughing and enjoying myself even.
Followed students around the woods like I’m all that.
I wanted you to know God’s provision of power is for real. We just have to be desperate in prayer for it.