Dec 1st

Last night as I went to tuck my beautiful children in for the night, I had an urge to just sit and watch them sleep and then I had an urge to pray over them.  What a gift.  Prayer.  It has not always been my focus and often it has become my last resort.  When I am weary, brokenhearted, despairing - that is when I have found myself crying out to God.  Fortunately more recently it has come to my mind before I get to that point.  It didn't come easy at first, to pray more often, to pray proactively and sometimes, I feel I am just saying the same things over and over.  But with help from a terrific prayer partner and God's leading, I have been praying more and more.  How amazing is it, that our God listens to our prayers, that He answers them, that He never tires of listening to us.  How amazing that He sent His son to be our intercessor!  As I prayed over my children, I was reminded that He loves my them even more than I do and how blessed I am that He watches over them without ceasing.  Surely I can at least attempt the same with talking to my Lord.
"Therefore, let us come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need" Hebrews 4:16