I have a real problem determining my right and my left at times.

I think I was supposed to have learned the difference somewhere prior to kindergarten.

Last night, for instance, I pull into the gas station. The gas tank on my car is on the right. The gas tank on my wife’s vehicle is on the left. Inevitably I’ll pull up to the pump, get out, then realize the gas tank is on the other side of the car. I had filled up my wife’s vehicle the day before and now I was filling up mine.

When I drove in with my wife’s car, I was continually telling myself, “its on the left, its on the left,” and I successfully arrived at the pump.

Last night, however, I couldn’t get it right with my car. I drove around the stinking pumps three times trying to figure out how to get the correct side of the car lined up with the pump. My wife, who had followed me into the lot in her car to wait for me, finally pulled up beside me and lovingly asked, “WHAT are you doing?”

I AM NOT that old!

This morning I came across this. In light of my gas station escapades last night, I found it strangely comforting.

More often than I’d care to admit, I have had no clue how or what to pray — the spiritual equivalent of not being able to determine my right from my left. I was “supposed” to know, but I didn’t. There were times when I would simply sit, ready and wanting to pray, but end up saying only, “now what?” I couldn’t figure out how to get my car lined up on the correct side of the pump.

I’ve read this passage for years, thought it was the key, only to discover that I didn’t know which lock it fit.

Reading the entire chapter –highly recommended– throws some serious light on the problem… Paul tells us which key and which lock to use. I suppose you could say he offers up the solution to spiritual dyslexia.

The really neat thing is that it works…