A few weeks ago we discussed, Big Rocks. In the course of our conversation, I shared that one of my big rocks, is spending time with Jesus. Today, I am sharing with you a personal story about how this became my most important priority everyday.
The summer after my freshmen year of college was life changing.
I had accepted Jesus as my Savior when I was 3 years old, grew up in church and in Christian school but I lacked an intimate connection with Jesus.
I knew all the Bible stories and all the “right” answers, and although I loved God, I didn’t understand what it meant to be in love with Him.
My devotional life/time with Jesus/quiet time (whatever you want to call it) consisted of randomly reading scripture every now and then and praying for approximately 30 seconds whenever I needed something.
I thought prayer was boring and reading my Bible was a duty. I enjoyed worshipping in church but never considered worshipping Him in my own time.
A teacher in junior high (I attended a Christian school), had us write letters to God, I remember a few occasions where I felt like God was speaking to my heart. I wrote, “God, is that really you????!!!” I thought it was amazing that He was speaking to my heart, but I concluded it was just an isolated incidence.
I didn’t think that God would want to consistently speak to me, every month, week or even everyday for the rest of my life.
At the beginning of the summer I passed a sign in front of a church that read, “turn commute time into prayer time.”
I normally don’t pay attention to signs but the words echoed in a deep place of longing almost forgotten. My longing was for connection to God in a deeper way, a desire to know Him more closely.
I thought it would be a much better use of my time to pray while I drove then to listen to the Top 40 list for the millioneth time that month. I decided to pray for at least one direction of my commute. I was excited about my decision but also wondered, “I have literally never prayed longer than 5 minutes in my life, how in the world am I ever going to pray for a half hour?”
I entered the car the next day with a nervous flutter you feel right before a first date.
I knew who Jesus was, I knew His stories, but I didn’t KNOW Him.
Suddenly I felt 13 again…wondering….”could He talk to me….to me”??? “And what would I say if He did”?
What did He say? What did I say? We will continue our adventure tomorrow!!!!
Until tomorrow I would love to know, why is spending time with Jesus important to you?