First things first. We must wish our better half, Margaret Pittman Kelsey a very happy, happy, belated birthday! I, along with your throngs of fans, are incredibly grateful for your birth! And as the president of your fan club, I hope you know that we love you very much!!
|With our brothers Chase and Willis at Meg’s wedding|
Now, onto prayer.
In my current job situation, I spend quite a lot of time in the car driving back and forth between DC and Virginia Beach several times a month. With all of that quality car time, I’m always eager to find people to chat with to help pass the time. On my morning drives to the beach, I pretty much have it down to a system.
Usually around 7:00 I call my teacher friends since I know they’re up, and I’m sure they LOVE talking to me as they’re trying to blow dry their hair and scurry out the door.
Then around 8:00 I call my mom, because she’s always up and she always answers the phone when her kids call.
9:00 is for my sister Laura and her baby Lulu as they’re finishing up breakfast.
And I round it out around 10:00 trying to call some of my friends who are in school or have more flexible work schedules and if I’m lucky to catch them, they talk me through the Hampton Roads Tunnel and the drive is nearly over.
Last week, as I was thinking about prayer, I realized how desperate I am during these drives to talk to anyone willing to listen. The thing I often forget is that throughout each drive and each day, I have a God who is not only available, but who longs to hear from me.
In my quest to find someone, anyone, I can talk to, I often forget about the unique privilege of being able to talk to God throughout the day.
I don’t know about you, but when I find myself in a crisis, my first instinct is to pick up my phone and call anyone available to process with me. Yet sometimes, after my fourth attempt to reach people, I have felt God whisper to my heart, “Why are you so quick to run to everyone else for help and guidance, but me?”
I don’t know about you, but when faced with pain, anxiety, or fear, prayer is not always the first place I run.
How often I forget that when God says, “Call to me,” He means it.
That when Paul urges us to “pray continually” in 1 Thessalonians 5 it’s because that this is “God’s will for us.”
And when Psalm 62 and Lamentations 2 urges us to “pour out your heart like water in the presence of the Lord,” it’s because we have a God who loves us, who hears us, who bears our burdens, and who can and will respond.