I’m in a space where I’m running from one thing to the next. It happens. In the busy-all-consuming-times, I’ve learned I need to spend more time running to God than running from one thing to the next. Nothing makes sense until I pray. Why? God leads me to the place and space of life that matters, the place where I find peace and can make sense of what to think and do, the place I am able to say, “It is well.”
It’s a conscious, intentional choice to interrupt the busyness, to stop and take care of the business of the day, asking God to lead me, believing God has the best plan for each moment, asking God to examine each thought, word, and action, surrendering what does not belong, receiving what more God has for the day.
I’ve often prayed the Psalmist’s prayer:
61 Hear my cry, O God,
listen to my prayer;
2 from the end of the earth I call to you
when my heart is faint.
Lead me to the rock
that is higher than I,
3 for you have been my refuge,
a strong tower against the enemy.(Psalm 61:1-3, ESV)
My prayer today: “God, Lead me. Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.”
(written by Kerrie Carlisle Palmer © 2013 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED)