Today I uttered what may have been the dumbest words I have ever strung together:
I wish I had time to pray.
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?