And the ice brings quiet. And time for thought. And time for reading. Today I was reading the writings of Ann Voskamp. Her words bring a peace to my soul. She talked about praying. She wrote the words “The only thing that prevents me from praying more is me.”
I hang my head with her, ashamed. I want to commune with Jesus, I long to lay my head at the Lord's feet and find the stillness there. So why don't I do it more? It is my own fault. Because I feel the toys need gathering, the counters wiped down, the washing machine filled and emptied again. This morning I made time for a tea party with my littlest princess, but I did not make time for my God.
I whisper silent one sentence prayers through a day, I pray at night asking for safety, that He guard my sleeping children. As I think of people here and there I ask God to see to them. But rarely am I still. Rarely do I kneed silent before Him and listen to what He has to say. I fill the Lords day with my words, never pausing for His.
I want to be a better woman... A better daughter. How could I keep forgetting to spend time with my Father? I want to sit silently and learn the lessons from He who formed the world. The one who sees Marie before Him.
I know I am blessed by His telling me things very clearly at times. The Lord has put His words inside my head at times in my life telling me simply what I am to do right now. He always stops me in my tracks and I am filled with gratitude at the presence of Him. If I would take the time to sit quietly with Him more often would I get to hear His voice more?
I wonder, and I am humbled... And I am going to try so very, very hard to pray more. Or just sit, being still with God.
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