Without question, I pray

The hours of prayer are not lost on me, but I usually didn't keep them. I'd be aware of them and as the minutes passed, so would the hour of prayer. I'd come up with some excuse, as if I were talking to a person and not Him, who can see and hear and sense all. It's not even considered naiveté, but just wanton rebellion. I'd make up excuses because I was too chicken shit to say it to Him that I didn't want to acknowledge the hours of prayer. Funny thing happened...

Now, I pray, without question. I honor all hours of prayer, though midnight, until recently, was sorely neglected. Even if it's quickly touching base with Him, I do it. Prayer. The greatest secret weapon that the majority knows about but rarely uses. So yeah, without question, I pray because I want Him to see that I'm front and center. This way, He doesn't have to go searching for me cause I'm right there.

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musco said…
deep and true!
July 3, 2010 at 11:24 PM
Anonymous said…
I should pray more these days and stopping turning the other way, when i wake up to pray....
August 12, 2010 at 2:14 AM
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