By Brenda Jank
Convicted. Again.
I am a prayer-less wonder. I have learned of yet another Kingdom worker who spends hours (HOURS) on his knees before entering his day. And it shows – in his heart, his hope, his vision, his fruit.
In the arena of prayer, God and I share a casual closeness. He’s never far. I keep Him in my line of vision. (More importantly, He keeps me in His.) I dive deeply into His Word each morning.
It’s the highlight of my day. But my prayer time is lacking. It’s OK. But I want more. And so does He.
I want to learn how to pray.
I want to learn how to pray like Jesus.
I’m not alone. One day Jesus was praying in a certain place. When He was finished, one of his disciples said to Him, “Lord, teach us to pray …
Jesus’ response began with the word “Father.”
Relationship. Contact. Connection.
Psalm 132:7 invites us:
Let us go to His dwelling; let us worship at His footstool.
Mary sat at Jesus’ feet. What did she do there?
She listened. Focused and undistracted.
Jesus, teach me to listen, so I may be praying for the things on Your heart.
When was the first time you asked the Lord to teach you to pray?
When was the most recent?
Good reminders. Thanks!
Thank you, my friend.
Oh the Journey.
I wrote this devotional thought a few years ago.
It blessed me again this week, too – !
Amen. Lord, teach me.
My friend.
Amen indeed.
Footstool time, here I come.
Jesus, take me where I need to be