More and more I’m accepting this call to prayer. The good news is that I have this cottage-by-the-sea where I can empty myself of the busyness of daily life, and, with the help of God, of judgments that get in the way of prayer. The bad news is that this isn’t easy. The physical, emotional and spiritual energy one puts out in prayer is something I never thought of, but it’s there, part of the call, so I’m discovering. For sure, intercessory prayer isn’t just about giving God a list of names that God already knows.
When I get overwhelmed, I have my model. Jesus continually went off to pray, for others, and to be with God. He had his beach and I have mine.