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Directed Prayer

I realized today that it has been some time since I posted to this blog.  It was not an intentional oversight, but rather the sheer load I have carried for the past couple of months.  Out of our state convention and then it was countdown to my daughter, Lindsey's wedding.  From there, off to Los Angeles, California for an overseer's meeting and then home long enough to change clothes before taking off the North Carolina for the Institute of Children's Ministries at the Lifeway Conference Center.  

Now, see how easy it is to record a whole couple of months of activity?

Well, I've determined that I am caught up enough to resume the regular posts so here we go:

This past week I determined in my heart to find some time alone with God for personal reflection and edification.  The mountains of Western North Carolina certainly make a beautiful backdrop for such a quest, and I took full advantage of the opportunity.

While in a time alone with the Lord, it dawned on me that most of my prayer was directed toward general prayer and whatever the crisis of the day happened to be.  It all started when I listened to myself praying and I thought, "wow, the Lord must really be bored with what I am saying."  

Since that happened, I have been very specific and very focused on the prayers I am offering to the Lord.  Last night all of this was confirmed by one of our ministers, Marsha Robinson spoke about the breath of God at a Life-care group hosted by my son and his wife at their home.  It was a great time of fellowship, but also a time of capturing my focus on the subject.

So...it's time to be more focused, more directed and more intentional in my prayers.  I hope you will join me.  

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