Often, when I take my dog out, I pray. Today was no different. When I heard my dog bark, my natural routine took place. I got his leash. I told him to sit. Once he sat, I gave him a treat.
When I walked out my front door I thought about texting my husband, but then I remembered how much I’ve been wanting to “stop before texting” so I decided differently. We all know we shouldn’t text and drive, but I’ve been thinking about stopping before I walk, sit, stand, or do anything.
I have wanted to question the moment, the necessity, before I actually text: Do I really need to text him/her at this very instant? May this wait, and I talk to him/her later? Do I even need to say this at all? Would I just stop and pray?
Since the text I was thinking about sending my husband wasn’t urgent, and didn’t really matter at all. My next thought was the goal I’ve been trying to reach – Will I stop and pray? Will the moment I reach for my phone to text someone, be a trigger to pray for someone?
This idea to stop before texting is kind of a form of fasting because it is saying no to something we do so easily. Without much thought, we grab our phones like we grab food. In fact, I might say it is harder for some to fast their phone, then to fast a meal.
As I put away the idea of texting my husband, I started to pray.
This one person came to mind and I didn’t know specifically why I was praying for this individual, but I did. I prayed for her, her daughters, and her son.
As for a funny paradox, when God puts someone on my mind I often text the person and say, “I am praying for you.” I hope to encourage the individual as maybe they are having a hard day? Some days I never know. So after I technically stopped. (I put down my phone to pray.) I started again. I texted the individual who I just prayed for. I didn’t say much of anything, but, “Praying for you as I take out my dog.”
Ironically, all of a sudden my dog decides to stop, and sit right next to the black hot pavement. He didn’t even go pee. I began to laugh, and actually texted the person again (along with the picture below), “I guess God or my dog wants me to pray longer.”
I needed to stop again. I needed to keep praying.
There are so many times in life where we need to stop. Alternatively, our society has been trained to move fast. It’s even declared in our music, “Life is a highway, I want to ride it….” I’m convinced that life shouldn’t be a highway ALL THE time. That is chaotic.
We need to stop.
We need to stop, and pray.