At the beginning of the year I set out goals for this year. One of those goals was to become a woman of prayer. I wish I could say I’m even a fraction closer to what I desire for myself in this area but that would be a lie.
I’ve been reminded of this the past day or two. Little nuances in my day that hurtle me back to wanting to be a pray-er. This morning just recently as I read and commented on this post.
My desire is not to just say I will pray but to actually take the steps to doing it and then doing it. To not leave the prayer in the skillet on the back burner to get cold and crusty.
Prayer is not only meant to share my heart with God but makes me quiet my heart and listen to His. While it is important to take petitions to His throne (wow that is such an amazing thought and privilege) my time there shouldn’t be spent trying to get a cart full of items through the express lane.
I want my life to reflect my prayer life. Listening to His voice as I raise up mine in praise & petition, and allowing my heart to be paralleled with His.
Interestingly, a synonym for request is invitation. As I pray it should be an invitation to God to speak to me, to align myself with Him. One doesn’t give an invitation to a intimate moment only to demand all of attention of the person being invited. Invitation is giving, serving, and in the art of prayer – receiving.