The only reason we fail to pray, writes Ann Voskamp, is because we've made an 'idol of self.'
I can't stop and pray. I'd like to but I can't. I'm clearing the house of bits and pieces of stuff. I'm a giant snowball gaining ground as I walk throughout our space gathering items.
I know it's time to pray, but I don't stop or even pause.
Why doesn't someone grab me and tell me that a soul can shrivel and die without prayer? That 'praying is more important that eating because your soul is more important than your body.' (Peter Kreeft).
I can't pause to pray - I'm concentrating on balancing chaos and order in her bedroom. Tucking her clean laundry into deep drawers, I feel an urge to stop but I shush it away.
A Voice whispers, "When will enough be enough?"
Ashamed, I stop.
Shaken. I feel my face flush. I bow my head and wait. Conviction slips like a knife through my stubborn heart.
"The only thing that stands in my way of praying - is me."
My schedule - my convenience - my way.
"It's a startling, wrenching thing to discover that it's not time, or busyness, or pressing concerns that prevent one from prayer. The extent of prayer in one's life is a direct function of whether something else has been set up as more important than God." (Ann Voskamp)
