I have read a few books, fiction, devotional, self-help, that mention the use of a 'prayer closet'. A private place to go to spend time alone with God in prayer. I have often thought how nice it would be to have one. One small room set aside to spend some alone time with God.
As a reminder, I have four children - extra space in the house is just not happening. There is not one place I can go in the house that my children aren't willing to follow me into. Even the bathroom is not a sacred domain. While they may not follow me in, they are more than willing to stand outside of the door making sure they are getting updates of what I am doing or when I'll be done.
I find that if I want to have some alone time, I need to get up before everyone else and then when I get in the shower, I know that I'm alone. So, my 'prayer closet' is my shower. I have heard God speak to me when I take the time to get rid of everything else around me and just focus on my conversation with Him. While that time may be short, there has been nothing more meaningful than to hear what God has to tell me and the more times I spend having a conversation with Him, the more chances I give Him to offer me His wisdom. Where is your "prayer closet"?
3 comments:
Hello Dorothy,
Very interesting post with a very useful message. Yes, we have to find time to be alone and commune with God.
This reminds of a joke. A young man went to his Parish Priest and asked -FATHER, CAN I SMOKE WHEN I AM PRAYING? The priest got very upset, reprimanded him and told him that he cannot SMOKE WHEN PRAYING. The young thought over this for some days. Then he went back to the Priest and asked again - FATHER CAN I PRAY WHEN I AM SMOKING? The priest was delighted. He told the young man he can pray anytime while smoking, while eating,while bathing, while walking and so on. The young was very pleased with himself for getting the permission of the priest for smoking.
Wish you all the best,
Joseph
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Music moves me into worship, so in my car alone listening to praise music on the way to work (I have a 90 minute commute, one way, twice a week.) My coworkers must wonder why I come to work with red puffy eyes on a regular basis. :)
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