Direct Line to the Father

Prayer. It’s something I long to be better at.

In some seasons, I feel like I’m in step with the Spirit—praying often, praying freely. But in others, I catch myself only going to the Lord when I need something, when it serves me.

As a believer—and someone who works in ministry—I’ve noticed how easy it is to throw out, “I’ll be praying for you,” in a conversation. Sometimes I truly mean it, and sometimes, if I’m honest, I say it because it feels like the right thing to say in the moment. But then I move on and never actually take that need before the Lord. What a miss.

Prayer is such a sweet gift. It’s a direct line to the Father. And yet, I take it for granted. I’ve normalized it so much in my life that I often forget its power and beauty.

But lately, I’ve been reminded that prayer doesn’t have to be long or eloquent or saved for quiet time. It’s a rhythm I can weave into my every day. Thanking Jesus for a green light. Asking for patience before a hard conversation. Whispering a prayer before I get out of bed, asking God to shape my thoughts, words, and actions that day.

I’m trying to build small habits into my routine—like praying while my coffee is brewing or when I’m driving alone. Just little moments that bring me back to Him.

There’s something so cool—so holy—about inviting God into every moment. I don’t want to miss that anymore.

“Pray without ceasing.” — 1 Thessalonians 5:17

Lord, help me live a life that does just that.