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?