I've been convicted lately that I have a less-than-mediocre prayer life. In fact, there are some days when the only prayer I mutter is the one I pray for William as he goes to bed.
Today, as I was reading the story of Jesus turning water into wine, I realized something...one of the reasons I don't pray is because I don't expect.
I am struck by Mary's role in this story. When the wine runs out, she goes to Jesus and tells Him their need. "They have no wine," she says. Jesus responds, “Woman, what does this have to do with me? My hour has not yet come.” And then she turns to the servants and says "Do whatever he tells you." (John 2:4)
You see, she knows her son. She trusts in his goodness and provision and even authority over the natural elements. There is no question in her mind that Jesus will fix this. She expects a response.
But I don't know if I expect one.
If I did, I think I'd be quicker to go to Him with my needs. Expecting provision. Expecting salvation. Expecting revival. Expecting grace.
Because if you finish reading the story, Jesus delivers on her expectations. He turns the water into wine, yes. But more importantly, His glory is made manifest, and the disciples believe.
Lord, manifest your glory. Help my unbelief.
