(I wrote this four years ago. My mom was still living. I teared up reading this because, one, I miss her still, and two, it’s as true today as it was then.)
Prayer is not an exercise; it is a way of life. How did we ever get to the point to delegating to prayer to an hour in the morning?
On the days we can’t sit and pray or read our Bibles because God has called us to action, we are still in prayer.
On those days we are “shooting up” prayers all the time. We are in a continuous “state of prayer”.
Like when someone is in the hospital. What do you think God expects? Do you honestly think God thinks it’s more important we have our “special” time with him or that we hightail it to the hospital first thing because there’s an important procedure being performed?
Do we really need to ask?
And yet I’ve known people who are so caught up with their “spirituality”, they do just that. They ignore the needs of those around them because they want to feel good about themselves.
Naturally, it’s good to have a regularly scheduled time with God but we have to be careful that our time with Him doesn’t become more habit than privilege.
Today I’m way late for my devotions. I had to pick up my mom from the hospital, check her medication, schedule a follow-up appointment and start her dinner.
That was my prayer.
Hope your day is going well.
God bless all who read this today.