In another place and time, a coworker suggested that our mutual boss needed prayer. It was true. He was acting more like a teenager than a manager. He was moody, arrogant and distracted.
I took her suggestion to heart. But I didn’t seem to be connecting with God.
God: You are praying that he will change and be easier to work for.
Me: That’s a problem how?
God: Only when you pretend that you are praying it for his own good.
A humbled me: Bring him into a better place spiritually, Lord, even if it makes it harder for me to work for him. ‘Cause it isn’t about me.
