I used to keep a prayer list taped to the console of my car, and everyday as I drove to work I prayed for the same list. The list consisted of family and friends who had deep needs, either physically or emotionally, or those I prayed for to find the Lord.
By the time I got to work in Calabasas I had usually prayed for the whole list. Some days it seemed tediously repetitive, but I was determined to be the squeaky wheel, the man knocking repeatedly on his neighbor’s door, the woman who talked God’s ears off.
When I moved my business to the ranch, my daily car-prayers were exchanged for other methods. I pray as I go to sleep at night, putting my concerns before God. It helps me sleep better. I pray when I see or remember someone. I pray with others when we meet together. I try to pray for someone or something in addition to the food at meals. I practice the presence of God as much as I am able.
This week I read someth…