Prayer time

It was Sabbath. A special day for me. A time to be still and love my God. And I really wanted my prayer time with him in my garden with a nice hot coffee.

But I went next door to say good morning! And my daughter was struggling to dress two children, one of whom was being extremely uncooperative. She needed to leave early to practice songs to lead at church, but things weren't going so well. Breakfast leftovers were on the table. Dishes from yesterday waited for attention as she'd been watching extra children all day and then we had a special family dinner together that night. And the play room was evidence of the chaos that a few children can create in a day. She'd had no time to deal with any of it!

I took it all in, and began to quietly deal with a few things - loaded the dishwasher, tidied the playroom, cleaned off the table. I knew it would help with the stress of the morning. And I helped deal with the cranky child. All the while, my heart was yearning to sit with my God in my garden - feeling bad that I was not spending my promised time with him.

And then he said this to me - "Sometimes prayer time doesn't look like what you think it should. Sometimes it's a gift I've a asked you to give - for the good of someone else. You haven't missed prayer time with me. This is it." Poignant thought.

And a little later, I did get to sit in my garden, with my grandson, and share little thankyous to God for our beautiful home and the lovely things around us we could see. Prayer time was not what I generally see it as this morning. But that didn't mean it wasn't time spent with him! It was. ❤️

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