I’ve been praying now for the last two weeks every 60 minutes. Sometimes I forget to set my alarm on my cell phone. Sometimes, I leave my cell in my car and forget to bring it in. But I’ve been praying. It’s come at the oddest times, sometimes the most inopportune times. Sometimes at the right moment where I need to stop and take a step back and pray. What has really made me pay attention is how much my son is getting into it.
I’ve been on this journey for a while now. I’ve been focusing on growing spiritually. I’ve been focusing on how I can grow in my knowledge and wisdom of who God is, of who I am in his eyes. And it’s been heavy lifting. I’ve had to see the fact that I’ve been lifting what I shouldn’t be lifting–excessive baggage. And I need to lift properly–lifting it all up in prayer. And it’s tough. It’s hard. It’s hard work to day by day decide to get up and follow Jesus. Sometimes I’d like to call “Mulligan” and have a free day. But that doesn’t happen.
If I had my druthers, I’d druther do my own thing. But, honestly, if I am to stay healthy, I shouldn’t follow my druthers, but the druthers of Christ. And that’s heavy lifting–and I need to lift properly, in prayer.
And so, I trudge on. Every 60 minutes in my waking hours I’m going to pray, and focus on God. Two weeks down, more to go.