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My job…my privilege.
For the past ten months or so, as a church, we have been studying prayer. We have had amazing teaching, wonderful exercises as a body to help us engage, and have had special prayer times. Although, I must admit, I have struggled. Praying has just not been happening in my personal life on a regular basis. I don’t know why…sure I pray at all the “normal” times. Like, when we sit down for dinner, or right before bedtime with Owen, but good solid personal prayer time has been difficult.
Last week I had an opportunity to spend an hour at the church for the 24/7 prayer time. It was great. It was perfect. It was a time for me to clear my head of all things and really sit with The Lord and ask for his forgiveness and reconnect. It was something I truly needed. Then, last night I lay in bed and felt panic, as I knew this Feed One Another was due in just a few days. I had no idea what to write about, so I prayed. I asked God what I needed to write about, what have I learned in the about him and prayer. I came away with I find no greater joy than when we do pray at all those regular times hearing Owen agree with our prayers. Whether, we are praying for one of his friends who may be sick, or having a hard time at school, we will sometimes hear an “mmm-hmm”, or a “yes God” from our sweet 2 year old who has his eyes squeezed shut and his little hands folded.
I know I have a job and a special privilege to do. I need to not only be praying with son, but also teaching him the ways of Lord. I need to impress these things upon his heart all the time. But, if I need to be doing that with him, it needs to start with me. I need love the Lord with all my heart and all my soul. That means talking to him. I need to be that example, so he grows to love the Lord with all HIS heart and soul. That’s my job…that’s my privilege.





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