This morning I decided my life's prayer title should be "Just when I thought I would dare to be a Daniel, but I jumped a ship like Jonah." Instead of praying three times a day, I find myself belatedly praying for three days in the belly of the fish because I would not obey immediately.
With the best of determinations to set time aside to pray for some very urgent needs in my church, my community, my children's lives, I find myself reaching for something to distract me, to take up my time, to insure I do NOT spend that time praying.
Again already, I grumble and head for the prayer time, just as soon as I do one more thing ... that is my ongoing battle.
Frequently I wake in the middle of the night knowing, "I did not pray for ..." Since I won't get back to sleep for an hour or two, I get up and try to make amends. I kind of like those middle of the night sessions. Quiet, no one distracting me, I am focused and hearing God and not everything else.
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The other thing I think about is that one day my children will have access to my journals. What an incredible treasure that would be for them. They know I am so far from perfect in every area, but I can't imagine how encouraging it will be for them to be able to read through my journals and see how I take my struggles to the Lord, and hopefully they will also be able to see where the Lord gave me victory. They will also be able to see how I interceded for them and others and how God answered those prayers as well. Praise God! What a treasure that will be for them!
I also agree with you, Joan. Journalling my prayer time definitely helps, but I don't always journal my prayers.
I, too, rather like those middle of the night prayer sessions. They have been some of my sweetest times with the Lord. I wish I could get disciplined enough to do that regularly.
Thanks for sharing!