About once a week or so this Fall I have been blessed to have breakfast with Amos. Amos is not quite two years old. He is as sweet as pie and he very effectively makes himself the center of attention with Dad and, well, with Mom and, well, with all of his brothers. He is CUTE! In a hilarious mistyped note from my wonderful wife the other day she called our boys “angles.” This devolved into them being aCUTE angles. Probably more accurate than cute angels. I digress.
There’s Amos, very happy that breakfast this time wasn’t kale, white beans, beets, and eggs. So there he is, grinning and eating and very effectively making his Dad’s morning absolutely splendid.
As I ate with Amos today and after my prayer time I noticed that my prayer time can become my morning worry time. I caught myself “worrying” to God. The Lord showed me that this internal conversation is not only not prayer but it also has the opposite effect. Prayer is external – it goes out – it is received by another, a kind, gracious and benevolent God. Worry excludes God.
