Today I uttered what may have been the dumbest words I have ever strung together:
I wish I had time to pray.
What?
This morning, I had time to:
- Shower and get ready for work.
- Make (and wait for) coffee.
- Stop by the bank on the way to the office.
- Set-up and light the studio for a couple of video shoots.
While I was setting up lights, I read a tweet from a co-worker who was at our weekly staff prayer time. He was really glad to be there.
And then it happened.
I said, out loud: “I wish I had time to pray.”
As soon as I said it, I thought about slapping myself.
I confess to over-scheduling my days. I confess to finding a thousand other things to do before I look for the slightest margin to seek the One I claim to do these things for. I confess to allowing myself to feel overwhelmed.
Lord, forgive me for thinking that anything on my schedule is more important than time with you.
How is your prayer time?
That’s power stuff Murphy. Thanks for sharing your heart.
That is spot-on!