I was never a fan of long prayers. I would choose studying or reading my way out of a crisis. Reading was more than just an educational skill to me; it slowly became a form of therapy. Then I came across the scripture that says, "Men ought always to pray and not faint," and another that says, "Pray without ceasing."
Yes, I would pray, but because I didn’t really understand the essence of prayer, it felt more like a chore. However, over the past few months, praying has grown beyond a command for me. Just like God's word has said, it has become a source of strength and a strategy for refreshment.
There were times when I would feel so helpless, trying to grasp for a survival chord. Words, no matter how much I loved them, would fail to comfort me, and reading in those moments felt like a chore. I would end up searching for satisfaction.
There were moments when I intentionally chose not to pray, but even when I wanted to run away, prayer became like a highness drug.
To the lonely and broken hearted, it gives companionship. To the lost and hopeless, it reassures. To the broken hearted, it finds you and gives you meaning. I’ve discovered that strength can be drawn in the place of prayer. A safe haven and a place of peace can be built when we do not faint in our place of prayer.
But to God, it is a means by which He reaches out to us and ultimately connects us to every word and spiritual reality He has for us.
When was the last time you prayed? Not the communal kind, just you and Him. Someone once told me that we might all appear in the secret place together, but when it comes to communion, it becomes a personal transaction.
Today, pray. Not just for a moment, but stay and just pray. Let our conviction be, "Until He sees me, I tarry in the place of prayer." We do not stop praying because we got answers; it is our life support.
Stay revived!
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