One of my favorite places and time for prayer has become when I am feeding Mia. I always feed her in her room, in the rocking chair, with the door closed. It's quiet. It's peaceful. It's become one of my places of prayer.
The rocking chair creaks. I don't change that. It's done it since Asher was a baby. Wd40 would fix it, but I don't want to. It's become one of my favorite noises.
My day is filled with "noises." The sound of my kids, the washing machine, the timer on the oven, opening and closing of doors, phones ringing, a baby fussing...
But right there in the midst of the creaking of a rocking chair, in the stillness and the quiet of the air, the faint sounds of 2 kids playing outside the door, holding my sweet Mia.... I hear God loudest.
You see, sometimes we think we have to have one designated time and place for prayer. Like things have to be set up just right for that time to happen, and if it isn't, it just doesn't happen. Then we find ourselves at the end of another day...drained, exhausted and worn out. We feel unfulfilled- not in our roles as mom, wife, daughter, sister...because those roles get filled.
But in our role as daughters of the King.
We're worn out, because we gave ourselves to everyone else but Him. The only one who can fill us back up.
The Bible says that the Holy Spirit is a gentlemen. That He is a still-small voice. It's not easy to hear Him when we are tuned in to every other louder voice of our day.
So He waits for us. He watches us as we busy ourselves, rushing from one place to the next. Growing more and more weary. The idea of prayer time in the back of our minds...when we -"can just get the time."
All the while, He's talking to us- calling for us. Waiting for us to quiet ourselves...quiet the "creaking" ---the busyness of life, the distractions of a day---
So that we can hear Him the loudest.