Do you love a good massage as much as I do? Oh my goodness — glorious relaxation!
Massages aren’t a luxury I indulge in very often anymore. However, for Christmas last year I received two gift certificates. I keep meaning to call and schedule an appointment, but it hasn’t happened yet.
So today, as I prepared for my prayer time, the thought struck me, “I could be getting a massage right now.”
I mean, really, there are about a thousand other things I could be doing at any given time with those precious moments I spend in silent prayer.
I’m busy. You’re busy.
We really don’t have time to be sitting around in silence. We have massages to get and books to read. Endless clothes to wash and sinks full of dishes.
So why would we choose prayer? Why would we intentional dedicate moments of our day — moments we can’t afford to spare — to sit at our Savior’s feet?
I can’t answer for you, but I can surely answer for myself.
I choose prayer because it helps me keep balance in my life. Because without it, my OCD behaviors and anxiety take over my thoughts and fear rules my life.
Without prayer, I’m not me. I’m the version of myself that has let the world creep in — the evil one creep in — and I don’t like who I am without prayer.
So the massage, the dishes, and the laundry can wait.
He said to them, “Come away by yourselves to a deserted place and rest a while.” People were coming and going in great numbers, and they had no opportunity even to eat. (Mark 6:31)