on where I dwell and how it effects prayer
There is only one way to cultivate something, to work up its growth. I have to get down in the dirt and stick my hands in it, seed it and be tender there. I have to put down the computer and sit on the couch with a pile of boys and of books, and I have to read in voices and let them sound out familiar things, let them dig way down into the stories. I have to stare long at the typed page so I can hear it, before I cultivate right words and right order – the tone true to my heart.
So I wonder: how does anyone work up a prayer-life that goes without ceasing?
Trust in the LORD and do good;
Dwell in the land and cultivate faithfulness. (Psalm 37:3)
It stand to reason that I have to dwell in very God of very God to work up that desire, which is really only realizing the position I already justly have.
I have to take my mind and put it on truth, run it by God in continuum. Sometimes to dwell there, I have to dive deep to the depths of the sea where is the palm of His hand, and I have to think up how great a hand literally came in and formed the dry land. Sometimes to dwell there, I have to shut my mouth and listen. Usually, I’m just smiling at the good taste of butter and knowing where it came from.
On the few days that I’ve been a constant pouring out to Him, I have found Him and dwindled there noting, burning some, illuminating, and I want to go back there, to know how good His shadow is and believe in His safety – the only place I truly live, where I never die, where I’m drinking, eating, Living, the only place where faithfulness springs.
The only place to cultivate a prayer LIFE is the place that trusts the presence of the One and Only Triune God, where faith begets itself, where prayer produces more prayer.
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