Ordinarily I read my Bible and pray first thing each morning. But this was no ordinary day. A writing project had to be postmarked by 4 p.m. Mindful of the fleeting time, the taskmaster within me shouted, “Get to work!”
My shoulders sagged beneath responsibility’s weight. Surely God would understand if I worked first and had my quiet time at the end of the day.
Agenda-oriented, I turned on my laptop computer, but Martin Luther’s words pricked my heart. “I have so much to do that I shall spend the first three hours in prayer.”
Taskmaster and Obedient servant played tug of war in my head.
I turned on Christian praise music and knelt before my living room window. My yard was a spring palette of emerald green, yellow, lavender, and blue. Nothing in my creative bank could compare to God’s handiwork.
Joy filled my heart as I praised God for my blessings. Praised God for who He is. Opening the dog-eared pages of my Bible, Psalm 66:8 seemed to dance before my eyes. “Praise our God, O peoples, let the sound of his praise be heard.” (NIV)
Smiling, I sang along with Chris Tomlin’s lyrics, “How can I keep from singing your praise. How can I ever say enough. How amazing is your love. How can I keep from shouting your name. I know I am loved by the King and it makes my heart want to sing.”
Hands raised, my heart grew as warm as the sunshine on my windowpane.
I didn’t spend three hours in prayer, but my time was well spent. When I went to my desk, calm nerves allowed my mind to stay on task.Technological glitches and minor setbacks tried to sabotage me, but my 10×13 envelope was postmarked fifteen minutes before the deadline. That’s too close for comfort, Lord.
God didn’t allow me to second guess my priorities. A card waited in my mailbox. The front of it said, “Trust in the Lord with all your heart…in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight.” (Proverbs 3:5,6)
The card was signed by the women in my Bible study group, God love em.
But it was God’s perfect timing …. even in this.