My mother had a routine of prayer and Bible reading that she practiced faithfully every morning before she got dressed. On the table by her bed were several well-worn prayer books, the “Upper Room”, and of course her Bible. I now have the shredded remains of A Diary of Private Prayer, by John Baillie (copyright, 1949), the “January-February 2011 Upper Room” (probably the last one she read), and of course her Bible.
I became aware of this daily practice of Mom’s while traveling with her after my dad died. In the morning, there she’d be, loudly whispering all her readings and prayers. I wonder if this sub-vocalizing had something to do with the fact that Mom was very hard of hearing. Maybe it helped her to slow down so both she and God could pay attention to each other? One thing I know for sure; she was totally present to God during these morning times.
I became aware of this daily practice of Mom’s while traveling with her after my dad died. In the morning, there she’d be, loudly whispering all her readings and prayers. I wonder if this sub-vocalizing had something to do with the fact that Mom was very hard of hearing. Maybe it helped her to slow down so both she and God could pay attention to each other? One thing I know for sure; she was totally present to God during these morning times.
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