Jesus told the disciples how they should pray. They’d seen Him praying and asked to be taught. He responded with The Lord’s Prayer and then continued by telling them to be persistent and specific, to be, I suppose you might say, “a pest”.
This morning I woke up too early. I’d been bragging about my internal clock and being able to wake without alarm at just the right time. Not today, 5:30 a.m. and I begin.
Pretty pencil and pad in my lap, I leave the lamp off.
I think, out of nowhere…Lord, teach me to pray.
Cup one down, I flip on the lamp and find the place in my Bible where this request rests.
Prayed yesterday while walking Colt and before sleep last night and now morning routine, I’m still seeking more.
Lord, do you tire of the same requests?
I wonder do you watch over me and my circling round, back tracking and circumventing supplications?
Do you grow weary of my questions?
Do you feel I’m ever looking for answers; but, not hardly ever seeking you?
Jesus told the disciples that a good father gives his children what they ask for and never anything less or not suitable.
He told the disciples a hungry soul asking to be fed will be fed as long as they are persistent in their need for food.
“And he said to them, “Which of you who has a friend will go to him at midnight and say to him, ‘Friend, lend me three loaves, for a friend of mine has arrived on a journey, and I have nothing to set before him’; and he will answer from within, ‘Do not bother me; the door is now shut, and my children are with me in bed. I cannot get up and give you anything’? I tell you, though he will not get up and give him anything because he is his friend, yet because of his impudence he will rise and give him whatever he needs. And I tell you, ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you.” Jesus Luke 11:5-9 ESV
I look towards my left, a desk where two boys sat who are now men is filled with old school papers and things like Hot Wheels and Pokémon cards.
On top rests the broken edged pot from my mama’s. The succulents have not survived but, the bird nest rests there, gold coin from a foreign place and the pine cone and the pebble. There’s a feather near and a magnolia type pod.
I’m reminded to pray, prompted by what and who each oddity means.
I’m reminded that my morning routine is never routine to God.
In the Chapter just before the 11th of Luke, Jesus told Martha to be more like her sister, Mary.
Told her to choose the better, to linger at His feet awhile instead of trying to keep straight everyone and everything around her, unfocused, persistent only in her perfections sought after.
Morning light now all around, I’ve sat for longer than I should again, I think.
And then quickly decide no, not at all as another verse God brings to mind. One about a boy who woke to hear clearly what God had to say, had prepared him for.
“Therefore Eli said to Samuel, “Go, lie down, and if he calls you, you shall say, ‘Speak, Lord, for your servant hears.'” So Samuel went and lay down in his place. And the Lord came and stood, calling as at other times, “Samuel! Samuel!” And Samuel said, “Speak, for your servant hears.”
1 Samuel 3:9-10 ESV
Morning light, now fully bright.
Thank you, Father I’ve sought you and I’ve sat and you have spoken to my heart.
I’m now prepared.
Thank you for my routine every morning.
I’m thankful for FMF prompts. Admittedly, I rarely stay within 5 minutes…still I enjoy linking up and learning from others.
P.S. pray for Colt, the big brown lab aka Colton Dixon, his old hip injury has him limping this morning, not his usual goofy self. 😒