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HELP!

Posted on March 25, 2026March 22, 2026 by Dewayne Taylor

“For sin will not rule over you, because you are not under the law but under grace.” Romans 6:14

It’s always drives me nuts. For as long as I can remember, I have had to deal with allergies. From the days of running the woods in Northeast Florida as a kid to now, stuff in the air drives me bonkers. I can well remember the days in my early twenties when the only weapon I had to fight the battle with was some nose spray. And the crazy part of that was if you use it too often and too long, it actually makes matters worse.

In the earlier days, my main issue was the fall. There is this crazy plant called ragweed and when it starts to bloom, I start to suffer. We are talking itchy eyes, clogged nasal passages, and a sneeze that sounds like a chihuahua wound too tight chasing their tail. Oh, and I don’t sneeze once—try six to eight times.

About a zillion years ago, I discovered something called Flonase that changed my life. It is a nasal steroid that tricks your nose and eyes into believing that there is nothing in the air. It was a game changer and I have used it probably for 40 years or more. Wow, it sure made fall easier. I might still have some symptoms but at least it is tolerable. Well, about five years ago, something happened. I started having the same symptoms in the spring too. They weren’t as bad, and the Flonase keeps everything in balance. All that was true until this year.

As spring began to spring, my allergies started acting up, first in a little way and then in a big way. Today they are acting in a “you’ve got to be kidding me” way. So, when I started sounding like an overactive chihuahua I just start using my medicine. For some reason, this spring, it didn’t work like before. Now for the last couple of days, I have been sneezing and my eyes have been itching like crazy. I tried the over-the-counter stuff, and we made a little progress but so far, well, we are still at war.

All of this is so crazy. Some stuff from some plant is doing something to the lining of my sinuses causing them to go nuts and I end up in misery. I mean, first, I did nothing to the stinking plants and second, what’s up with my hypersensitive sinuses. Something that I can’t even see is making me miserable. I know, I should think positive but when you want to take your eyeballs out so you can scratch them better, it is hard to be positive. And then I know you aren’t supposed to put your fingers in your eyes, but it feels so good to scratch them. Oh, my goodness.

You know, I wonder what if sin (you know the things that God says we shouldn’t do) was as irritating as whatever it is that is driving me nuts? What if it bothered me to the point that I would do anything to stop? I do believe my life would be better…I know my life would be better. But the problem with sin is the fact we like it way too much. For many of us, it’s like the satisfaction I feel when I scratch my eyes or sneeze for the eighth time. It feels better…it feels good. But mark this down. There are consequences.

Sneeze eight times with your eyes closed while driving and you end up running a red light or running into a ditch. Bummer. Scratch your eyes too often and you end up with an eye infection or scratching something like whatever it is that makes your eyes work in the first place. Regardless—you end up in a mess. The best thing is to head to the eye doctor for some stronger medicine.

It is the same way with this sin thing. We need to call the sin doctor and that would be Jesus. He knows all about sin—how to beat it—how to subdue it, and how to avoid all those nasty consequences. He died so that sin wouldn’t win, and He is more than willing to help us, if we ask. His death on the cross paid the penalty for our sin but He also gives us victory over the sneezing and itchy eyes part of sin—the day-to-day messiness of sin. He gives us sin relief and I love that.

Paul, one of the main writers of the New Testament part of the Bible, says that sin (along with all its messy consequences) does not have to rule over us—because we are not under the “thou shalt not’s” but under grace—God’s unlimited and unmerited favor. And because of that, sin doesn’t have free reign, you know, like too many sneezes and itchy eyes. That sounds like good news to me.

Just know that if you hear something that sounds like an overactive chihuahua or see some guy with red eyes, don’t worry it is probably just me going nuts. But remember, and this is the take-away, there is Someone who can handle your sin issues and that Someone is Jesus. He loves you a lot—so much He died for you. And whatever your issue is, you can take this to the bank, He’s got this, too. Bro. Dewayne

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Change My Heart

Posted on September 27, 2024September 22, 2024 by Dewayne Taylor

For godly grief produces a repentance that leads to salvation without regret, but worldly grief produces death.” 2 Corinthians 7:10

I have a sorry prayer life. No really, I do. I know that prayer is a very important part of life. The Bible talks so much about it. And honestly, it isn’t that it is terribly hard. If you look and listen to what Jesus says about prayer, you will not only see how important—but how simple it is. He gave us His now famous lesson on prayer which we call the Lord’s Prayer. This Model Prayer was not that long, contained no big, spiritual words, and it was straight to the point.

Now if all this is true, why do I struggle with prayer so much? Why do you struggle with prayer so much? Well, I can’t and shouldn’t speak for you, but I can speak for me. I have a “sorry” prayer life. Now you might be saying, “Dewayne don’t be so harsh on yourself. It can’t be that bad.” Well, I’m not using sorry as an adjective for my prayer life but rather as a way to tell you about two things that I throw in my prayer life that really shouldn’t be there. What are they?

Here’s how it works, way too often I find myself telling God that I am sorry for this and sorry for that. Now that really sounds good, doesn’t it? Well, I can’t think of a single time where God told me to tell Him I was sorry for my sin. Nope, I can’t think of one. You know how it goes. We tell God good morning and then begin to tell Him that we are sorry for this and sorry for that and of course, we are sorry for this and that. And most likely the next morning, you find yourself telling Him you were sorry for the same things all over again. There is a better way.

The better prayer is a prayer of repentance. It is fine to let Him know you are sorry, but don’t stop there. Let Him know that you do not intend to do this or that again. Repentance is a great Bible word that means to have a change in attitude and/or a change in direction. When you repent you are telling God that you are changing your attitude toward that juicy sin. You are going from liking to hating and from clinging to leaving.

Paul, one of the writers of the New Testament, said that godly grief produces a repentance that leads to salvation without regret, but worldly grief produces death. In other words, repentance leads to life and being sorry leads to the death of your joy and peace. Oh, and by the way, be sure and ask Him for His power and strength to do that because you will surely need it. This whole Jesus journey is all about Him anyway. So be sorry, that can’t hurt, but better, repent. It’s a game changer.

Now the other part of my “sorry” prayer life goes like this. I spend several minutes or longer telling God just how sorry I am. No, not like what we’ve already talked about. This kind of sorry is the kind that tells God how much of a failure I am, how I am worthless, how I have never succeeded and so I probably won’t succeed today either. I am one sorry piece of creation. Really? I hate to admit it, but I’ve been known to do that. It’s like telling God He is junk maker and not a masterpiece creator. I’m speaking to me, but you can join in. It is time to believe what God says about us and not what the devil says. Let’s not waste our prayer time telling God how messed up we are but rather thanking Him for making us a new creation.

I know, trust me I know, I (or we) are not perfect. I know I (or we) fail too many times. But those imperfections, those failures, do not determine who we are. God determines who we are and when we put our faith in His Son, we are precious in His sight, and we are His trophies of grace. Let’s not try and convince Him otherwise (as if we could) but rather let’s spend those precious moments in prayer thanking Him for all His marvelous grace.

I think it is time we change our “sorry” prayer lives. What about you? Are you willing to leave the mess at the door and enter His grace room with repentance and gratitude for all He has done for you? Are you willing to turn your “sorry” prayer life into a time of celebration of forgiveness and hope? Well, I’m sure going to give it a whirl. I know that when I do, I’m going to find that rest I’ve been looking for. And I’m going to get up and believe like He’s got it. Because He does. Bro. Dewayne

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I Just Couldn’t Resist

Posted on April 12, 2024April 10, 2024 by Dewayne Taylor

No discipline is enjoyable while it is happening—it’s painful! But afterward there will be a peaceful harvest of right living for those who are trained in this way.” (Hebrews 12:11)

I just couldn’t resist. All of us have stories that we don’t necessarily remember but are passed down through the years. Some are humorous, some are serious, and some are the things legends are made of. Well, this one I believe qualifies as all three.

When I was quite young, probably six or seven, life was pretty good. We lived in a country setting that was rapidly becoming the suburbs of Jacksonville, Florida. There was a subdivision being built right next to where we lived. Some of the men who were working there would drive these cool wedge shape sticks in the ground at the corners of each lot. They had numbers on them. They were surveyor markers. We thought they made great rubber band guns so we would help ourselves. We had an endless supply of rubber bands because the newspaper came each day with one or two wrapped around it. We weren’t trying to be mischievous; we were just trying to have fun. I bet it wasn’t fun for the guys who did the surveying.

Sometimes, our fun might become someone else’s pain. And that is where the story really begins. Back in those days, going to the grocery store was a great adventure. My dad got paid every other Friday. On payday night we would load up in the car and go to buy groceries. It seemed we would always buy the stuff to make sandwiches for supper when we got home which invariably included a gallon of chocolate milk. It never saw the light of the next morning.

Well, one Friday night, we were at the grocery store and apparently, I had a rubber band left over from my adventures that day. I must have reached in my pocket and found the small piece of rubber and thought, “You know, we can have some fun with this.” Well, I probably should have thought that through a little better, but when you are six or seven and mischievous by nature, anything is a game. I started looking for targets.

Down the aisle was a rather large woman. And what happens next has been blocked from my memory but is stated as fact. As we got closer to the woman, perhaps as she studied what brand of mayo to buy, I took the rubber band, placed it between my thumb and pointer finger, moved my hand, near the intended target and let it fly. I can only imagine what happened next.

First, I am certain she was shocked. It must have felt like a killer bee had bit her but that wasn’t logical since she was in a store. I’m thinking she probably spun around and looked only to see this smiling kid with a rubber band still in his hand. To me it was all fun. To her it was all pain. Lesson one. Don’t let your fun become someone else’s pain.

Second, I am certain my parents were devastated. Since this would have been about 1960 or 61 there were not the social rules about child discipline that we have today. From what I know of my Daddy and Momma, there was probably swift and lethal retribution. I can imagine one of them, perhaps both, making sure my bottom felt like her bottom. No one would have called Children and Family Services. They all would have said, “Let me help you with that.”

Third, I believe that this was when I began to really understand repentance. Repentance means to turn around and go in a different direction. If I could have gotten loose from Daddy that night, I would have practiced that repentance…I probably would still be running. The other meaning of repentance is to have a change in attitude. I am certain that happened. If you were to ask me how many other times, I decided to pop a strange lady with a rubber band in the grocery store that number would be zero. Somehow the urge suddenly left me. I had repented.

This is going to sound hokey, but it is memories like this that show how much my parents loved me. They loved me enough to teach me right from wrong, respect for other people, a strong work ethic and to believe in God. And they loved me enough to give me a swat or two when I needed it. It all came together to help me grow, and live and love.

God is the same way. My Daddy and Momma loved me very much, but God outshines even them. He loves me and teaches me to live life with fewer oops and fewer consequences. I never carry rubber bands in my pocket just to avoid the temptation. But He also loves me enough to discipline me when I need it. The author of Hebrews says it best. He writes, “No discipline is enjoyable while it is happening—it’s painful! But afterward there will be a peaceful harvest of right living for those who are trained in this way.” Spot on. He must have popped some lady too.

So, try and show some grace. I shouldn’t have popped the lady, and I haven’t popped any more. Don’t judge my parents for taking care of the problem. I am grateful for the way they raised me. And don’t be mad at God if He disciplines you. He is way too wise to make a mistake and way too loving to do the wrong thing. He is our “Abba Father,” our Dearest Daddy so we can trust Him. We can rest in Him. Because…He’s got this. Bro. Dewayne

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Tarnished

Posted on August 22, 2023August 20, 2023 by Dewayne Taylor

What sin do you need to confess and turn away from—in action or reaction, thought or word, attitude or habit—because it is tarnishing the reflection of the Holy Spirit’s purity in you? “
“Jesus in Me Devotional” by Anne Graham Lotz

My wife, Judy, was recently reading a devotion from Anne Graham Lotz, the daughter of Evangelist Billy Graham. She writes, “The silver-plated tea set was passed down from my mother-in-law to us after she went to heaven. It sits in our home on the fireplace or in the China cabinet and is a reminder of times when she was with us here on earth.

“When it is polished, it shows its beauty in the intricate workmanship, patterns, and design. But as it is exposed to the air and pollutants in it, it begins to change. Time and lack of diligence on my part in noticing the change or taking time to polish it contribute to the gradual tarnishing.

“Until I do a double take and really see the tarnished tea set, nothing changes in its appearance. But when I do a double take one morning I am astonished at the beautiful piece, now discolored with its beauty hidden under tarnish. I am moved to action with the silver polish and the tarnished piece comes to life again under the polish and the gentle rubbing.

“How often in our lives do we begin to tarnish and never notice until something grabs our attention, and we refocus. As I read this devotion, it reminded me that I am a vessel created by God to show forth Himself to others. But perhaps being distracted and surrounded by pollutants in my life (things, circumstances, people, and even me) I wonder have I allowed them to tarnish me?

“I want to be a vessel that shines forth as a thing of beauty by showing clearly that Christ through His Holy Spirit lives in me. So today, I’m asking my Heavenly Father to show me the things I need to address in my actions, attitudes, thoughts, and heart…things that need some confession and repentance. And because He only wants what is best for me, I know He will lead me and guide me in the way I should go.

“I’m so thankful He does not throw me in the trash or sell me at the next garage sale because I’m a bit tarnished…He’s all about polishing the silver and redeeming me.

“Maybe it’s time to go polish the silver.”

What a great illustration of God’s desire to make us the best that we can be…for Him. And just when it seems that we are beyond redemption, He reminds us no to worry because, “He’s got this.” Judy…with a little Bro. Dewayne

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Where’s Brett?

Posted on July 31, 2023July 30, 2023 by Dewayne Taylor

Jesus told him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one can come to the Father except through Me.” John 14:6

It was a long time ago and, in a galaxy, far, far away or at least it seemed that way. It was so long ago that the semi-local mall was still a mall with stores that were open. Anyway, we were at Target to get a dining set for my daughter Jen and my almost son-in-law Matt as a shower gift. When we found it, the box clearly said it was a “team lift” item. Now what that means is that unless you are just dying to have a hernia, you need to have a person help you load the box. I wasn’t…so I did.

I followed the rules and called in the cavalry. A young man with bigger muscles than me loaded the box while I watched—now that’s what I call teamwork. So, with the box in the cart, off we went to the checkout area. When we got there, I wisely asked for some help loading the box into my car. The young man checking us out called for help and his supervisor came and took over the register while he loaded the box. I think it must have been his lucky day.

In the process, Sarah, a co-worker, helped and teased how she was used to “helping” Brett out. That seemed odd to me. “Why?” you ask? Well, the reason is simple—his name tag said David. So, I had to ask the obvious question. Speaking to the young man with muscles bigger than mine, I said, “So, why did Sarah call you Brett if your name is David?” “Well,” he said, “my name is Brett, but I left my name tag at home so I’m wearing this one.” Obviously, Target has a policy: you must wear a name tag at work—even if it isn’t yours. That made me smile then and even now.

I thought it ironic that any name tag would do…as long as you wore one. It seems that Target and the world have one more thing in common. You see, Target said that any name tag will do, and the world says, “It doesn’t matter what you believe—as long as you believe.” You know, it’s the old “all roads lead to Rome” theology. That saying comes from a time when there were very few roads, and at least in that part of the world, since Rome built them…they did indeed lead to Rome. That worked then but it won’t work for heaven.

You see, unlike Rome, God is the only One who made the road that leads to heaven. And that road leads right through faith in His Son Jesus Christ. Jesus said, “I am the way, the truth and the life and no one can come to my Father except by Me.” God, the Heaven Road builder, laid the rules and the way. Now you might not think that is fair except for this. He invites everyone and anyone to travel the road. No restrictions, no exceptions, no toll.

Remember this. I suppose you can wear a name tag with the wrong name on it if you want—after all, the only consequence will probably be some confused people. After all Brett wasn’t really David. But, when it comes to what you believe, the consequences are much, much greater. You see, it really does matter what you believe—believe the wrong thing and you can end up eternally separated from God and that is a bad deal all the way around. God loves each of us and longs for us to be able to call Him Dearest Father.

In a confused, upside-down world, in a world where yes is no, and no is yes, or right is wrong and wrong is right…well it is good to have a certainty we can lean on. Not certain about the whole God thing? Why not get a copy of the Bible and read it for yourself? Even today it remains a best seller…for a reason. In its pages you will find many great promises and among them is this. No matter what…He’s got this. Bro. Dewayne

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Downhill/Uphill

Posted on June 9, 2023June 7, 2023 by Dewayne Taylor

If we confess our sins, He is faithful and righteous to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” 1 John 1:9

In one way it was so easy…the other…so hard. Recently, I started riding my bike again. I’ve been walking for quite a while…actually since I was about two. Just kidding…not that kind of walking…the exercise kind. Ever since I fell way out of love with any sort of running, walking has been my go-to exercise. I’m pretty good at it too. I can still “pick ‘em up and put ‘em down.” I usually walk a mile in about fourteen and a half minutes…which isn’t half bad.

They say it is good to change up your exercise routine, so I pulled out my trusty, older Diamondback bike, aired up the tires and started riding again. My bike may be a couple of decades old, but she is still a good riding machine. I knew, in spite of my regular walking, that biking was going to be a little challenging. The reason? Different muscles. The muscles you use to walk and the ones you use to pedal are totally different. So, I could definitely feel the pain…especially going uphill.

While Harrisburg doesn’t have any real hills, we definitely have some uphill grades and my legs let me know right away when I was there. I usually do an out and back which means going out I can coast down the hill but coming back seven miles later it is ouch city. By the time I reach the top of “the hill” my heart rate has jumped, and my legs are feeling the burn. Isn’t that funny…same road but different direction with dramatically different results. Remember, it is always easier to go downhill than up. Always.

The other day I was thinking about that principle when it occurred to me how true it is when it comes to sin and repentance. The road to sin (you know the stuff that God says not to do) is always downhill. It is way too easy to coast right into a mess and the longer you ride…the bigger the mess. So, let’s say you decide enough is enough and you decide to turn around. Yup, the uphill ride to repentance is never as easy as the ride out was. Gratefully, God is always there to help you home, but it still takes His power and our will power to stay on course.

Someone said that no matter how far we walk away from God, the road home is just one step…the first one. That is so true, but we still must feed the determination to stay the course because that downhill slope is oh so enticing. But He is there if we are willing to ask. Me and a bunch of other imperfect people are oh so grateful for 1 John 1:9 which says, “If we confess our sins, He is faithful and righteous to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” That is such good news. It’s great to know that His grace will be waiting on us to carry us home. Always, and I do mean always, He’s got this. Bro. Dewayne

Family, forgiveness, Grace, gratitude, prayer, Scripture, thankful, Trials

Change My Heart

Posted on September 8, 2022September 7, 2022 by Dewayne Taylor

For godly grief produces a repentance that leads to salvation without regret, but worldly grief produces death.” 2 Corinthians 7:10

I have a sorry prayer life. No really, I do. I know that prayer is a very important part of life. The Bible talks so much about it. And honestly, it isn’t that it is terribly hard. If you look and listen to what Jesus says about prayer, you will not only see how important – but how simple it is. He gave us His now famous lesson on prayer which we call the Lord’s Prayer, but it is better called the Disciples Prayer or the Model Prayer. The Model Prayer was not that long, contained no big, spiritual words, and it was straight to the point.

Now if all this is true, why do I struggle with prayer so much? Why do you struggle with prayer so much? Well, I can’t and shouldn’t speak for you but I can speak for me. I have a “sorry” prayer life. Now you might be sayings, “Dewayne don’t be so harsh on yourself. It can’t be that bad.” Well, actually I’m not using sorry as an adjective for my prayer life but rather as a way to tell you about two things that I throw in my prayer life that really shouldn’t be there. What are they?

Here’s how it works, way too often I find myself telling God that I am sorry for this and sorry for that. Now that really sounds good, doesn’t it? Well, I can’t think of a single time where God told me to tell Him I was sorry for my sin. Nope, I can’t think of once. You know how it goes. We tell God good morning and then begin to tell Him that we are sorry for this and sorry for that and of course, we are sorry for this and that. And most likely the next morning, you find yourself telling Him you were sorry for the same things all over again. There is a better way.

The better prayer is a prayer of repentance. It is fine to let Him know you are sorry, but don’t stop there. Let Him know that you intend to not do this or that again. Repentance is a great Bible word that means to have a change in attitude and/or a change in direction. When you repent you are telling God that you are changing your attitude toward that juicy sin. You are going from liking to hating and from clinging to leaving.

Paul, one of the writers of the New Testament, said that godly grief produces a repentance that leads to salvation without regret, but worldly grief produces death. In other words repentance leads to life and being sorry leads to the death of your joy and peace. Oh, and by the way, be sure and ask Him for His power and strength to do that because you will surely need it. This whole Jesus journey is all about Him anyway. So be sorry, that can’t hurt, but better, repent. It’s a game changer.

Now the other part of my “sorry” prayer life goes like this. I spend several minutes or longer telling God just how sorry I am. No, not like what we’ve already talked about. This kind of sorry is the kind that tells God how much of a failure I am, how I am worthless, how I have never succeeded and so I probably won’t succeed today either. I am one sorry piece of creation. Really? I hate to admit it but I’ve been known to do it. It’s like telling God He is junk maker and not a masterpiece creator. I’m speaking to me but you can join in. It is time to believe what God says about us and not what the devil says. Let’s not waste our prayer time telling God how messed up we are but rather thanking Him for making us a new creation.

I know, trust me I know, I (or we) are not perfect. I know I (or we) fail too many times. But those imperfections, those failures, do not determine who we are. God determines who we are and when we put our faith in His Son we are precious in His sight and we are His trophies of grace. Let’s not try and convince Him otherwise (as if we could) but rather let’s spend those precious moments in prayer thanking Him for all of His marvelous grace.

Family, fear, forgiveness, Grace, gratitude, life, loving others, prayer, Scripture, Southern born, Trials

I Just Couldn’t Resist

Posted on August 12, 2021August 11, 2021 by Dewayne Taylor

No discipline is enjoyable while it is happening—it’s painful! But afterward there will be a peaceful harvest of right living for those who are trained in this way.” (Hebrews 12:11)

When I was quite young, probably six or seven, life was pretty good. We lived in a country setting that was rapidly becoming the suburbs of Jacksonville, Florida. There was a subdivision being built right next to where we lived. Some of the men who were working there would drive these cool wedge shape sticks in the ground at the corners of each lot. They had numbers on them. They were surveyor markers for the lots. We thought they made great rubber band guns so we would help ourselves. We had an endless supply of rubber bands because the newspaper came each day with one or two wrapped around it. We weren’t trying to be mischievous; we were just trying to have fun. I bet it wasn’t fun for the guys who did the surveying.

Sometimes, our fun might become someone else’s pain. And, this is where the story really begins. Back in those days, going to the grocery store was the great adventure. My dad got paid every other Friday. Payday night we would load up in the car and go to buy groceries. It seemed we would always buy the stuff to make sandwiches for supper when we got home which invariably included a gallon of chocolate milk. It never saw the light of the next morning.

Down the aisle was a rather large woman. And what happens next has been blocked from my memory but is stated as fact. As we got closer to the woman, perhaps as she studied what brand of mayo to buy, I took the rubber band, placed it between my thumb and pointer finger, moved my hand, in close proximity to the intended target and let it fly. I can only imagine what happened next.

Second, I am certain my parents were devastated. Since this would have been about 1960 or 61 there were not the social rules about child discipline that we have today. Knowing my Daddy and Momma, there was probably swift and lethal retribution. I can imagine one of them, perhaps both of them, making sure my bottom felt like her bottom. No one would have called Children and Family Services. They all would have said, “Let me help you with that.”

Third, I believe that this was when I began to really understand repentance. Repentance means to turn around and go in a different direction. If I could have gotten loose from Daddy that night, I would have definitely practiced repentance…I probably would still be running. The other meaning of repentance is to have a change in attitude. I am certain that happened. If you were to ask me how many other times I decided to pop a strange lady with a rubber band in the grocery store that number would be zero. Somehow the urge suddenly left me. I had repented.

God is the same way. My Daddy and Momma loved me very much, but God outshines even them. He loves me and teaches me to do life with fewer oops and fewer consequences. I never carry rubber bands in my pocket just to avoid the temptation. But He also loves me enough to discipline me when I need it. The author of Hebrews says it best. He writes, “No discipline is enjoyable while it is happening—it’s painful! But afterward there will be a peaceful harvest of right living for those who are trained in this way.” Spot on. He must have popped some lady too.

So, try and show some grace. I shouldn’t have popped the lady and I haven’t popped any more. Don’t judge my parents for taking care of the problem. I am grateful for the way they raised me. And don’t be mad at God if He disciplines you. He is way too wise to make a mistake and way too loving to do the wrong thing. He is our “Abba Father,” our Dearest Daddy so we can trust Him. We can rest in Him. Because…He’s got this. Bro. Dewayne

forgiveness, Grace, gratitude, life, prayer, Scripture, thankful, wisdom

My “Sorry” Prayer Life

Posted on September 9, 2020September 8, 2020 by Dewayne Taylor

For godly grief produces a repentance that leads to salvation without regret, but worldly grief produces death.” 2 Corinthians 7:10

I have a sorry prayer life. No really, I do. I know that prayer is a very important part of life. The Bible talks so much about it. And honestly, it isn’t that it is terribly hard. If you look and listen to what Jesus says about prayer, you will see how important – but how simple it is. He gave us His now famous lesson on prayer which we call the Lord’s Prayer but it is better called the Disciples Prayer or the Model Prayer. The Model Prayer was not that long, contained no big, spiritual words, and it was straight to the point.

Here’s how it works, way too often I find myself telling God that I am sorry for this and sorry for that. Now that really sounds good, doesn’t it? Well, I can’t think of a single time where God told me to tell Him I was sorry for my sin. Nope, I can’t think of once. You know how it goes. We tell God good morning and then begin to tell Him that we are sorry for this and sorry for that and of course, we are sorry for this and that. And most likely the next morning, you find yourself telling Him you were sorry for the same things all over again. There is a better way.

Paul, one of the writers of the New Testament, said that godly grief produces a repentance that leads to salvation without regret, but worldly grief produces death. In other words repentance leads to life and being sorry leads to the death of your joy and peace. Oh, and by the way, be sure and ask Him for His power and strength to do that because you will surely need it. This whole Jesus journey is all about Him anyway. So be sorry, that can’t hurt, but do, do repent. It’s a game changer.

Now the other part of my “sorry” prayer life goes like this. I spend several minutes or longer telling God just how sorry I am. No, not like what we’ve already talked about. This kind of sorry is the kind that tells God how much of a failure I am, how I am worthless, how I have never succeeded and so I probably won’t succeed today either. I am one sorry piece of creation. Really? I hate to admit it but I’ve been known to do it. It’s like telling God He is junk maker and not a masterpiece creator. I’m speaking to me but you can join in. It is time to believe what God says about us and not what the devil says. Let’s not waste our prayer time telling God how messed up we are but rather thanking Him for making us a new creation.

I know, trust me I know, I (or we) are not perfect. I know I (or we) fail too many times. But those imperfections, those failures, do not determine who we are. God determines who we are and when we put our faith in His Son we are precious in His sight and we are His trophies of grace. Let’s not try and convince Him otherwise (as if we could) but rather let’s spend those precious moments in prayer thanking Him for all of His marvelous grace.

I think it is time we change our “sorry” prayer lives. What about you? Are you willing to leave the mess at the door and enter His grace room with repentance and gratitude for all He has done for you? Are you willing to turn your “sorry” prayer life into a time of celebration of forgiveness and hope? Well, I’m sure going to give it a whirl. I know that when I do I’m going to find that rest I’ve been looking for. And I’m going to get up and believe like He’s got it. Because He does.