Father God, Why is it that I think I must get somewhere, assume some position, be gathered together, or separated apart in the quiet of my study to pray?
Why is it that I feel that I have to go somewhere or do some particular act to find you, reach you, and talk with you?
Your presence is here...on the busy bus, in the factory, in the cockpit of the airplane; in the hospital--in the patients' rooms, in the intensive care unit, in the waiting room; in the home--at dinner, in the bedroom, in the family room, at my workbench; in the car--in the parking lot, at the stop light.
Lord, reveal your presence to me everywhere, and help me become aware of your presence each moment of the day.
May your presence fill the nonanswers, empty glances, and lonely times of my life. Amen
From A Thirty-Day Experiment in Prayer by Robert Wood
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