One day Jesus was praying in a certain place. When He finished, one of His disciples said to Him, “Lord, teach us to pray, as John did his disciples.” Luke 11:1
No matter how busy His schedule was, Jesus always seemed to find a place to quietly pray. In the past I have rolled out of bed on Monday, with the dread of that week’s work staring me in the face. But this year which has turned white hot with busyness begins with Monday as my farm day. It is my day to check on fields and gardens beyond the range of my cell phone carrier. It is a day to work alone with only the sounds of wind, hawks and yes, the pipeline people laboring somewhere off in the distance. There is no one to talk with but Him. On that day I can unload my questions, frustrations and stress. When I am finally done come those rare moments of gratefulness for His patient love. I am suddenly captured by His presence…and only then I am at peace!
Oh yes I’ll head back to town in the afternoon. I’ll catch up on the news (most of it bad) and I’ll listen to the messages left on my phone. I’ll slide gently back into the bustle and demands of my life. But thank God for the treasure of those quiet Monday moments that breathe His life back into my soul!