I’m in the process of studying about prayer. Much literature encourages early morning prayer as Jesus arose early, before daylight, and prayed. I surely think of the Lord throughout the night as I never make it through one without repeated awakenings and seldom without breathing another prayer on behalf of those I love. Amazing how prayer requests I’ve heard will come into my mind at such late hours, concerns arising from my drowsy mind and conveyed without hesitation to the Lord who is with me both while I sleep and when I wake.
I recently found a quote from Corrie ten Boom that I loved so much. She wrote, “as a camel kneels before his master to have him remove his burden at the end of the day, so kneel each night and let the Master take your burden.” How precious that image is to my mind as I recall the many, many nights I’ve bowed by my bedside to whisper those heart cries to my Master before climbing into bed for a rest.
Prayer is a comfort unlike any other. While rocking Riley again this past week, I sang “Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, thy wings shall my petition bear, to Him whose truth and faithfulness, engage the waiting soul to bless. And since, He bids me seek His face, believe His Word, and trust His grace, I’ll cast on Him my every care and wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!” From time to time, I settle into the hymns like they are the comforting arms of a dear old Grandmother and find an enduring strength and unfailing encouragement there. In my longings and prayers, I ask the Lord to establish in the hearts of my children and grandchildren, a love for Him that surpasses all others and keep them forever in His care!
May this comfort and bless you as you, too, find strength in the gift of prayer!