Prayer has been my weapon of choice over the past few months. As many of you already know, my dog has idiopathic epilepsy, and since Nathaniel and I don’t have children yet, she’s the closest thing to a baby that I have right now. When I say that this dog is my world, she truly is. When we were shocked with the harsh reality that she suffers from epilepsy in April, our entire world changed.
I’m truthful in saying that I honestly don’t know what I would do without my faith. Others may have (painfully) made it without, but I cannot. The Cross is where I run, first and foremost, no questions asked, in a time of crisis – which has seemingly been my world over the past year or so.
I am a firm believer that as Christians, our faith is tested frequently. I’ve titled this post “Going to the Prayer Room”, but for me, that room has never been of physical nature. It’s everywhere I go, everything that I do. We live in an extremely fast-paced society, and that poses a significant challenge to those of faith. Many days go by that we have multiple things begging for our attention. We have to be careful of not letting too much time pass without turning to the Cross. Don’t choose Jesus last. I’ve made it a habit of what I call “passively praying” which may sound weird, but in reality means that I’m praying ALL throughout my day, no matter if I’m in the car, shower, or working on a project. It’s done wonders for my prayer life.
I think that growing up, we get taught this idea that prayer is something that’s done every night for the 5 minutes before we fall asleep, but lets be honest with ourselves.. how often does that really happen? I’ll be the first to admit – that doesn’t always work for me. The days are long, I’m tired, and I just want to fall asleep. While praying once a day before bed isn’t a bad thing, let’s get into the habit of active prayer.
Come to the Prayer Room with me. I promise you won’t regret it.