I’ve continued to dwell on the sacredness of things, even as my prayer life has suffered in recent weeks from the joy of studying the Bible. Yes, even study of the Bible and love for it can eclipse this sacred union with the Lord.
And I realized as I was making time to be with the Lord on this Sunday before church, that there I was in my jammies and a pile of laundry on the washer yet to do, that I’ve not made prayer and worship sacred.
Am I coming to prayer on this Sabbath in a sacred manner?
Isn’t my prayer time sacred?
Isn’t the Sabbath sacred?
It’s time I get back to treating it as such.