I spent yesterday afternoon with Daughter #1. Her daughter (Granddaughter #1) is trying out for cheerleader next week. So I took my camcorder down to the junior high school to record the current cheerleaders doing the cheer and the dance that the "contestants" will perform in their try-outs. When we were driving home from the school, our meandering conversation caused me to ask her (in response to something else said) if I talked to my daughters too little (we usually talk on the phone a couple of times a week). Am I so busy with my career and the details of my life that I am too absent from hers and her sister’s (and their families) lives? I’m happy to say her answer was, No.
But later, I was thinking the same question about my Abba-Father, my God and my King. Do I talk to Him too little? I fear that if asked, both He and I would have to answer, Yes.
Here’s something AW Tozer had to say about prayer:
One swallow does not make a spring nor one hot day a summer; nor will a few minutes of frantic praying before service bring out the tender buds or make the flowers to appear on the earth. The field must be soaked in sunshine over a long period before it will give forth its treasures. The Christian’s heart must be soaked in prayer before the true spiritual fruits begin to grow.
— The Root of the Righteous, pgs 121-122
Talk about convicted! I’m a firm believer in praying without ceasing, and I know God wants me to run to Him with things both large and small, both trials and joys. And I do that. But I seem to go through periods in my life where I forget the joy of meditating on God, of spending long periods in His presence, of soaking my heart in prayer so that true spiritual fruits begin to grow.
Oh, Father-God. I am dust, indeed. I’m a cracked pot. What I want to do, I too often do not do, and what I don’t want to do, I too often do. Thanks for Your mercy and grace. Please change me. Please remind me to step into and bask in Your presence, and help me to be obedient. Amen.
In the grip of His grace,
Robin
