I’ve felt distracted today, since before I even got out of bed. I found my mind unable to totally focus on God in my morning prayer and despite being awake at the butt crack of dawn, I just had this sense of insufficient time with Him this morning.
Throughout working at Carmen Bajo today, I’ve had a lot of important things to discuss with a lot of people and with God and throughout trying to accomplish that, there have been little kids and wheelbarrows and people coming and going through the middle of conversations and meetings and prayers.
Something I’ve been convicted of through this is my attitude toward verbal, out-loud prayer. As a “facilitator” of worship I’m sure it comes with the territory (though that’s not an excuse), but I tend to think about what other people hear more than what I say to God. And He used one of those interruptions to just slam me with that.
He also made an interruption of His own when I failed to be still and listen, probably in a misguided attempt to make up for my distractions by just yakking away. I wrote recently about shutting up and letting God work. In shutting up and letting God speak, He told me to shut up talking and speak (Don’t worry, even at the time of writing I have to think to make sense of that sentence).
Daily lesson: When God convicts you, don’t feel guilty; change. And when He needs to get in a word or Word, let Him interrupt.
