Some years ago, my prayer life and in many ways my life-life, has grown stale. I wasn’t a seeker; I knew the truth, but I wasn’t resting in it, rejoicing in it, growing in it. So I began memorizing, meditating upon, and praying Scriptures.
Now I pray every day, loosely in the ancient tradition of the liturgical Hours. My Lauds verses (words of praise and preparation) are in the morning, and my Compline verses (words of completion and review) are at bedtime—different verses for each day and time.
God forbid that I should ever go back to the way it was before! Because everything has changed (not just in my prayer life, but in my life-life). I love to pray now, love to listen, to explore, rest in and grow in his word. Love to hear his Spirit, the living word, speaking to me about the day ahead or the day just passed.
This morning I walked in Mt. Airy Forest, the oldest and largest “urban forest” in the U.S., which I’m blessed to live just minutes away from. My Tuesday Lauds are possibly my favorite. Like the forest, they’re my oldest and largest set of verses. They’re a weekly reminder of—and recommitment to—the foundation that my life is built upon: God’s word dwelling within me and transforming me into what He created me to be.
Much like the forest I walked in.