As I sat down to write this post, my mind refused to focus on “me” and my spiritual growth (or lack thereof) this week. Half Most of my attention went to what I needed to pack for the scout camping trip, what bill I forgot to pay, whether I signed off on my kids’ homework, another mental note to clean the fish tank…
Okay, the fish tank is clean, so I reclaimed a small space in my mind. But you get the idea, right?
I get so caught up in the little things that I lose sight of my whole self. I become defined by the things I do.
The time I set aside to explore God’s word and His ways is borrowed to clean the floors “just this once” and before I know it, that time is regularly spent doing other things. Life’s obligations and commitments are sneaky that way. In fact, they are so crafty that if I didn’t have this self-imposed mandatory weekly check-up, I might not even realize this time theft happened right under my nose.
I’ve seen what happens when neglect causes strong faith to falter. Years of not feeding faith left incomplete believers. Now, in a time of need, they struggle on their own to cope. Doctors, medications, and support groups have not brought peace. I wonder if they have prayed about it, or if they even pray anymore.
Witnessing this scares me because it could easily be me in twenty-five years if I don’t make nourishing my spiritual self a daily habit. I don’t want to suffer with anguish because I forgot how to ask God for direction. I don’t want to feel abandoned because I forgot to look for God.
I can’t get rid of all the little things vying for my time, but I can pray for myself and my loved ones, and even for strangers who might be looking for a sign that God hasn’t left us, even if we have strayed. I do pray that hardened hearts will soften and accept God’s grace and lost souls will find comfort by allowing God to carry their burdens.
I don’t know any of the prayers recited at some church services, but I can speak from my heart and I know God can hear me just the same. I can do this during my commute to work, while I shop for groceries, or when I reflect on what I am grateful for each night.
Life is hard, but it’s more bearable when good faith stays strong.