A friend of mine frequently texts me just see how my day was. Lately it's been difficult - long hours with work, kids starting school (through distance learning this week) and so on. Today, I was pleasantly surprised to text her that my day had been very good. That the boys and school and work all seemed somehow manageable... ENJOYABLE, in fact.
Funny... but it really wasn't until that moment that I remembered how my day started - the way it should always start but rarely (much closer to "never") does... in quiet prayer, solitude and meditation.
How is it I KNOW this to be true, and yet, it's so infrequent I take time quiet my spirit and to be alone with Jesus? It seems like the benefits, that so easily outweigh the cost, would keep me constantly and firmly rooted in that small but critical discipline. Why, instead, is it so difficult to do?
But after a day like today, and the season of life that trails behind me these last five or so months, I expect to make this a renewed cornerstone of my mornings.
God, help me do the things I know I ought to do... the things that you've designed me for (relationship with You) and built me to crave.
Psalm 42:1-2a
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