Why don’t we pray?

For two successive nights this week, I woke up between two o’clock and three o’clock in the morning.  It was not because I wanted to; I just couldn’t stay asleep.  And, I found that when I woke up, I had a great burden to pray.  I prayed for my family; that I would be a better husband to my wife, loving and leading her.  I prayed for my son’s salvation.  I prayed that we would let God use our family however he wants to.  I prayed for the church.  I prayed for our church.  I prayed for our small group; for every person and for their children.  And I prayed for a lot more things like the mending of broken relationships and for wisdom…all kinds of good stuff.

Now, I am not boasting because I can tell you my greatest conviction for both nights was, “Why don’t I do this more often?”  And, by that I didn’t mean, “Why don’t I lay awake in the middle of night?”  I meant pray.   When friends who have had great trouble having a baby in the in the past says they are trying again, why don’t I say right then and there, “Let’s pray.”  When Kimberly and I are frustrated with each other, why don’t we pray?  And when God blesses us unexpectedly with his grace, why don’t we celebrate in prayer?   What arrived at is that I lack faith.  If I believed that God would do what he says he would do, I would ask him to do it.  And, that asking is prayer.

So i said to God, “Lord I believe! Please oh please, help my unbelief"

Much love!