In the morning, while it was still very dark, he got up and went out to a deserted place, and there he prayed.
I often get caught up in the hurly-burly of daily life. I get inundated by myriad questions as to the where, the when, the how of everyday living. It is sometimes fun flitting from one activity to another, in endless pursuit of career, success and personal happiness. Soon, fatigue set is and sometimes, boredom and frustration.Then, I begin wondering what am I doing.
There comes a time, I need to slow down. To keep still and soak in the silence. And as I have advanced in years, I more and more seek these moments of peace and quiet. Prayer times are precious moments. The questions I mull over are now about the what, the why and the wherefore of my life. Praying is not about finding answers to my questions but finding the right questions to ask.
My days are not complete without my prayer time. For several days recently, I pretended that I did not need my prayer time. It did not work. I need to pray like I need to breathe to stay alive.