Here’s a blog from my wife Rebecca. Know you can add a comment to let me know what you think. //Dave
So I was lying in bed this morning thinking just how much I like sleep. I have to admit with being 8 months pregnant there is not much sleep going on in the night, so slow mornings are a good thing. I started thinking about how a friend told me yesturday that she had started getting up before her children ( around 6.30) to have her “quiet time” because she had been convicted by her pastor. The whole conversation centred on the fact that she hates waking up early and that she generally goes to bed around 9.00pm just be functional by 7.00am. I don’t like having an alarm clock wake me up, if I have to be up early to catch a plane or something, I start dreading it the night before. So I was thinking about the miriads of sermons I have heard on “quiet times” “prayer closets” “time alone with “The Lord””..and all of them seem to tell me that to be the model praying, spiritual woman, I have to be up with the crows, singing God’s praises. Now I do have other friends, that bounce out of bed at 5.00 am , and have had coffee and three words of knowledge by 5.30am. But I am not one of them.
So I am thinking that if this “thing” with Christ is relationship, then why shouldn’t I treat it like any other relationship I have? I don’t plan on meeting the other”moms” at 5.00am, so we can chat and hear each others stories,we would all be exausted, wondering why on earth anyone chose such a ridiculous time but we choose a nice “decent” time to have a cup of tea and a natter. [I think that means ‘chat’ :^) – Dave] My best times with friends are when we sit down to craft, or paint, conversation flows and “secrets ” are revealed.It is the same with God. I find my best times are when I am ironing or sweeping, when my hands and mind are occupied, my thoughts are not going all over the place and there is a stillness to actually chat with God, heart to heart.
Maybe I’m wrong, but one more “convicting” sermon on waking up early, still won’t get me into any closet, can I have the “power of a praying wife” while I make the kids lunch, clean the house, teach school, make bread and plant flowers??
Am I wrong?