Turning To God To Be Refreshed

I am tired. It’s early in the morning, Sunday morning, and I can’t sleep. I listen to the sweet sound of my husband softly snoring and for a moment I consider going back to sleep but I don’t. Instead I reach for my Bible and go sit at the dining room table. As I open it up I look outside and watch as rain drops splash on the deck. Hundreds of little moisture explosions, one after another.

I stare at the drops and realize that my need to pray is stronger than my need to read.

My heart is heavy and I know why.  Lack of focus.  My thoughts and prayers have been like the rain drops I am watching; all over the place.  Instead of channeling my energies into study, meditation and prayer I have been distracted by life.

This morning I slowed down and intentionally focused on what is really important. I tried harder at church to really listen to what the preacher had to say. I tried harder to think about the words I sang in the hymns and when we prayed, I poured by heart out.

And I feel better, like the rain has washed away my worries.