I'm tired. It's 10:44 pm, and skipping-out on my bedtime prayer seems reasonable. But it doesn't seem right. My fleshly thoughts are reprimanded by experience. I've seen the power of prayer - words to being, heartcries to praise - so why don't I want to pray?
“I admire people who love.” The words lay in the pages of my journal, but they cry out from the depths of my heart.
“Why?” you ask. “Love is easy. Give a hug, kiss, and box of chocolates!”
But Godly love is so much more than that. In fact, it should encompass every avenue of our lives, leading and directing our footsteps. Love is to God as oxygen is to humans—inseparable!