There's Room for Both

I have recently become very aware that my daily devotions fail to follow a regular pattern, the cadence isn't established. I keep saying I’ll get into a rhythm, but I end up playing random notes at different times of the day.

On Sunday, I had one of those brilliant, unplanned, fellowship conversations after a service I led at a small chapel in Dufton. Timed perfectly, someone shared with me, unprompted, a similar tussle; he can find accessing God through formalised prayer time uncomfortable and sometimes a little fake.

We reflected on my favourite phrase, 'God isn't elsewhere', and that our constant dialogues with God, that companionship we find during our conversations with God can be just as accessible, if not more so. They can allow for a richness of dialogue and an opportunity to listen.

We both agreed: those conversational prayers throughout the day, the ones in the car, walking to work (or on his tractor), in the middle of the day, in-between meetings, they can be just as holy as the ones in a pew with a prayer book.

Then came Tuesday night. Or should I say Wednesday morning, 2am to 3am. Sleepless, wide awake, heart racing. Too much on my mind. So what did I do?