Prayer time is such a special part of my day. It is a necessity for me. When I allow life to take control and don’t make that time with God a priority, I feel like something is missing. I begin to truly miss spending time with Him. I feel like a child whose daddy has been out of town for a day or two, then when he finally comes home, you run into his arms with such a feeling of relief and joy that you are back together.

Every morning I go up to my room and close the bedroom door. Even when I am home alone and the house is quiet, I close the door. It’s like I am truly shutting out the rest of the world and it’s just me and Him. I then open the blinds and let His beautiful sun shine in. I then make the bed. I’m not sure why I have to make the bed, but I do. I put praise and worship on quietly. I jump on my bed and get all comfy. Like a child who jumps on the couch with their daddy, snuggles up next to him to watch their favorite movie together. I go through these motions with such excitement; because I know it is going to be just me and Him.

It is such a time of love and passion. Everything and everyone I pray for, I pray with such passion and absolute trust and faith because I know He faithful. I know He will take of it, in His perfect timing. I praise Him with such passion because I know He loves me even though I fail Him every day. And I thank Him passionately because He humbled Himself so that I can be with Him eternally.

Sometimes when I come to Him with a burdened heart, I can feel His arms wrap around me. And sometimes when my hands are reaching out in praise, I feel His hand slip in mine. Sometimes I am lost for words of prayer. So I will begin to thumb through my prayer journal and He tells me, “Close your journal, it’s ok. Just be with me.” It is a time of joyful praise and then quiet time just me and Him.

For me there is no better time of the day than when it’s just me and Him.