An Awareness of God
A gentle moment while folding towels—and a truth that set me free
Hi friends,
Yesterday morning, I was in my bedroom, folding towels. My mind was racing. I hadn’t journaled yet. I hadn’t lit a candle. I hadn’t “prayed.” I felt behind. Disconnected. Unspiritual.
But then I paused—and I whispered, “Thank You for this moment, Lord. You’re here.”
Max Lucado reminded me that early Christians were urged to “pray without ceasing” (1 Thessalonians 5:17)… “pray at all times in the Spirit” (Ephesians 6:18).
Instead of old pressure, I felt quiet freedom. I reframed prayer as awareness:
Whispers while folding towels.
Thank yous while washing dishes.
Peace while standing in line.
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Scripture of Hope:
“We do not know how to pray as we should. But the Spirit himself speaks to God for us, even begs God for us with deep feelings that words cannot explain.”
Romans 8:26 NCV
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Gentle Invitation:
If prayer feels like pressure, could you pause for a moment?
Let the old checklist fall away, and let yourself exhale.
God is near. Always. He delights in your voice—even in little sighs.