Interrupting Heaven

We just finished a session with our study groups on interrupting heaven. Or rather, that was the chapter my study group was discussing. Interrupting Heaven – the practice of prayer.

Yes, it’s still on that John Ortberg book. Keke.

Anyway, I just wanted to share with you that I really enjoyed the chapter. I haven’t been the most enthusiastic about praying, so this was a timely encouragement for me. I particularly enjoyed the meeting tonight because conversation actually flowed naturally, unlike on previous occasions when you could hear Colin’s snake shedding its skin.

At the end of the meeting, just before Elisabeth shared her “final words” with us, I realised something that I’d never realised before... And it’s so amazing that I’m here sharing it with you :) (pardon me for not updating this a long time back, I promise to do so soon)

Well, I realised that the times I most enjoyed praying weren’t when I was trying to tick names off a whole list of people I’d promised to pray for, or when I was praying for myself or the decisions I had to make, or when I was committing to God the problems of this fallen world...

But rather, the times I most enjoyed praying were when I just talked to God; when I just sat and told Him how I felt about the day or about things that have been happening. When I just told him how pretty that purple flower was, or how lovely the birds are, remembering that He looks after them too.

Sweet moments, just enjoying His presence. Enjoying the privilege and honour of speaking to the creator of the universe any time, any where, in any position – not asking for anything, but receiving an incomprehensible sense of joy and peace.

So precious :) so lovely!

That’s basically what I wanted to share with you :) and I guess for myself to remember too. It’s quite significant for me personally.

And for now, I’m just gonna climb onto my bed and talk to God again. It’s been a while :)