Car ride Intercession

I've been told by my Sunday School teacher/ associate pastor that it's okay to take a drive and have it out with God as if He's in the passenger seat. He tells us that he looks over and yells and throws up his arms and really gets in God's face. Then, God talks back.

I had it out with God tonight. Yep.

I yelled at Him, yelled to Him, let Him know my thoughts and my wants dealing with this matter of my roommate leaving in the middle of the lease. I told Him my list of things that weren't fair. I told Him all of the things I want to happen. I told Him how I wanted it to go. I told Him when I want the new roommate to move in. I told Him all the things I'm going to say to her about this whole thing. I told Him that I was glad this was happening so she would get out of my life and I wouldn't have to deal with her anymore. I told Him that I didn't care if she was sick and that she lives in a different world and that she think illogically. Stinks to be her. But that shouldn't affect her getting a job and paying us for rent. Tears were rolling, heart was aching. It's hard to merge on the highway when tears are blurring your vision.

Then...God talked back.

He started bringing to mind ALL of the things I needed to praise Him for.

I have a job-Praise You
I have a place to live-Praise YOU
I have parents who could help me out if I needed it-Praise YOU
I have friends-Praise YOU
I have friends ALL OVER THE WORLD--Praise YOU
I have people who care about me-Praise YOU
I have money-Praise YOU
I have a grasp on reality and live in this world-Praise YOU
I'm not sick-Praise YOU
No one in my family is sick-Praise YOU
I HAVE A NEPHEW-Praise YOU
I have a car-Praise YOU
I have gas in my car-Praise YOU

The tears stopped. Peace fell on my heart.

Yeah, this thing really stinks. But, God knows. He knew this before time. He knew that she'd get sick. He knew that I'd get mad at her. Really mad. He knows who the next roommate will be. He knows how much stress this roommate has brought and how this is a way to end this chapter in my life. He knows that I might think that it's a pain if she leaves her bedroom furniture because there is no place to store it, but now I can advertise a fully furnished basement.

This isn't fair. True statement.

God isn't fair. True statement.

If He was fair, I'd be going to Hell.

God, thank You for not being fair and thank You for all of the understanding You have and are giving me through this.

Please pray.