In the past several days and weeks blogging has taken a substantially lower priority in my life – and I admit to missing it on occasion, but also feel relieved that I haven’t had the same pace of writing as I’ve had in the past. That said, there are a lot of thoughts that continue to percolate in my mind with the various pieces of theology and the like that I’ve read, along with the myriad podcasts from assorted speakers and teachers and pastors that I listen to on my commute into work.
With this One Prayer series, however, I have been exposed to speakers that I hadn’t considered hearing before, and more than one have been used to convict me of my need for a more consistent prayer life. And so I find myself quietly praying on the train, sitting silently with ear buds, listening to a few tunes, Bible open, but not really reading, just mulling over a passage or two while praying for my family, for my friends, my church, my workday. I get into a certain zone and start to connect with my Father, just letting my thoughts connect with His.
I admit I don’t usually hear anything, but sometimes a word or a phrase leaps out, especially as I move on in my Scripture reading. Jentezen Franklin says, “Read the Book, and the Book will read you.” In those solitary moments on the train, my Father reads me and pulls back layers of grime that haven’t been scrubbed in a long time.
So I pray a bit more.
