I’m really good at the second half of that. Whether true or not, just about everything I do feels like it can’t be done by anyone but me.
So I work hard. I work myself to exhaustion, and I work myself to overwhelm.
And I choose not to pray. Or forget to. Or both.
Which means I’m prideful, and think I can accomplish everything without help.
The work ethic to do so is there, but the humility to recognize what I need is not.
Prayer and work must go together and be partnered.
I’ve got the work. Time to return to the praying.