I was a young child at the time.
It was evening and I was
looking for my mother. So I went to my parents’ bedroom
and quietly pushed open the cracked door.
There kneeling beside the bed was my dear mother.
Head bowed. Hands clasped.
I looked for a few seconds and then sensing that she was not to be disturbed
I slowly pulled the door closed and went back to my room.
A quiet image of a life surrendered to God.
I was to see my mother kneeling beside her bed
on other occasions as I grew to womanhood.
It was always hard for her because of the polio but that was how she wanted to pray.
Through good times and hard.
Times of plenty and times of want.
Prayer was an essential part of her life.
A shining moment in an ordinary day.
Prayer, that vital communication between a soul and God,
is essential to living a life of peace, purpose and passion.
Taking the time
Making the time
To spend with Him.
Drawing near so that He will draw near to you. (James 4:8)
And coming into His Presence with open hands and heart
Expecting to receive.
And knowing that you will never be turned away.
No busy signals or automated voice messages.
Kneeling was more common years ago it seems
But I still find it helps my intimate conversations with God.
Empty I come
But always rise filled.
That memory inspires me today to continue to pour my heart out
to the Lord.
Come into His Presence with thanksgiving in your heart
and give Him praise.
One certainly need not kneel to be heard, to experience the joys of communion
with the King of Kings.
But it’s a shining moment as I remember that precious example
of prayer from so long ago.