Time..........
Its Monday and I'm at my desk (in my newish office - moved last week and am now sharing.... not sure how that will work out but believe God has some stuff in store for me to do in here!!) anyway back to Monday - not too keen on Monday mornings.... takes me all day to get into the idea of being at work again and the weekends seem to fly by far too fast.... yes I know, its an age thing more than anything else!!
I was full of good intentions this morning though - got in earlier than ever (6.55am actually for those interested - yes, I know I'm mad but I got a lift and it saves money and supposedly gives me more time....) and as my colleague has a day off today, I thought I would have some time to get down to some serious prayer before everything and everybody starts interrupting.
I am sorry to say that it is 9.30 and I still haven't got round to my proper praying - everything has got in the way so far.... and work too! with stuff that I've just needed to get sorted and stuff emailed before people arrive and look at their inboxes. Its a manic time of year here with loads of committees and all the work that goes with them (not my most enjoyable tasks) and just trying to keep my head above water in general..... time...... lack of discipline too - I was prompted to write when I just received a call from my Mum - she has been pretty ill with clinical depression for nearly a year now (has been more stable recently thank God) but when I heard her voice my heart sank... then she said that there was a need for prayer - for my brother who has been very unwell throughout the night - he had a stroke a few weeks ago and although has recovered well apparently he was so unwell that his wife (who is a Senior Sister in the NHS) was about to call an ambulance - anyway, I'm waffling, apologies! So, once I post this, I am going to get down to doing what I should have done at 6.55 this morning..... my day always goes better when I start it like that, doing what I am called to do - Intercede.
To conclude, I am always absolutely amazed and gobsmacked at how blessed I am and how much better I feel after I have spent time in prayer. How ever awful I feel beforehand (and how ever much I feel I don't want to/I can't pray, once I make the effort God really breaks in and blesses me so much more than I deserve - I just thank him for his patience with me and in my faltering journeying with Him!
I was full of good intentions this morning though - got in earlier than ever (6.55am actually for those interested - yes, I know I'm mad but I got a lift and it saves money and supposedly gives me more time....) and as my colleague has a day off today, I thought I would have some time to get down to some serious prayer before everything and everybody starts interrupting.
I am sorry to say that it is 9.30 and I still haven't got round to my proper praying - everything has got in the way so far.... and work too! with stuff that I've just needed to get sorted and stuff emailed before people arrive and look at their inboxes. Its a manic time of year here with loads of committees and all the work that goes with them (not my most enjoyable tasks) and just trying to keep my head above water in general..... time...... lack of discipline too - I was prompted to write when I just received a call from my Mum - she has been pretty ill with clinical depression for nearly a year now (has been more stable recently thank God) but when I heard her voice my heart sank... then she said that there was a need for prayer - for my brother who has been very unwell throughout the night - he had a stroke a few weeks ago and although has recovered well apparently he was so unwell that his wife (who is a Senior Sister in the NHS) was about to call an ambulance - anyway, I'm waffling, apologies! So, once I post this, I am going to get down to doing what I should have done at 6.55 this morning..... my day always goes better when I start it like that, doing what I am called to do - Intercede.
To conclude, I am always absolutely amazed and gobsmacked at how blessed I am and how much better I feel after I have spent time in prayer. How ever awful I feel beforehand (and how ever much I feel I don't want to/I can't pray, once I make the effort God really breaks in and blesses me so much more than I deserve - I just thank him for his patience with me and in my faltering journeying with Him!
posted by Ann at 8:31 am
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