I am finally out of the car and safely home from Little Rock’s book signings. Unfortunately, I head to New York tomorrow for the big annual Book Expo. I have a million things to do before I leave, so I don’t feel like I am home yet.
Perhaps, God knew about our propensity to stay busy and consumed by worldly matters so we are inclined to put him and prayer on the back burner — thus the Sabbath. I’m not really “home” without my morning meditation and chat with God. Muslims I met on sabbatical said their five prayers a day forced them to go home to God every day and put priorities straight.
I tell myself as I am on this whirlwind tour to stop and find time for those special moments with God, but my worldly self is a tough and stubborn pupil.
How do you truly go ”home” at least once a day?
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