My husband was preaching on prayer Wednesday night and shared this poem.
I was so convicted because this is always, always my excuse.
It's been on my mind a lot since then and I wanted to share it with you.
I got up early one morningAnd rushed right into the day;I had so much to accomplishThat I didn't have time to pray.Problems just tumbled about me,And heavier came each task."Why doesn't God help me?" I wondered.He answered, "You didn't ask."I wanted to see joy and beauty,But the day toiled on, grey and bleak;I wondered why God didn't show me.He said, "But you didn't seek."I tried to come into God's presence;I used all my keys at the lock.God gently and lovingly chided,"My child, you didn't knock."I woke up early this morning,And paused before entering the day;I had so much to accomplishThat I had to take time to pray.-Author Unknown-