I don’t know about you, but I get so wound up in what I am doing that I forget to talk to God.

I start my day with some Bible study, which opens my heart to him, but then I get interrupted, and I get distracted. The actual on-your-knees time gets pushed aside. After all, I spent 15 minutes on God, right?

Then as I go through my day I tackle one problem after the other, forgetting to ask the Person most interested in my welfare for advice and guidance.  I even go to Bible studies and prayer groups as my days unfold (now that my kids are mostly pretty grown up), and the same thing happens.

Where is God in my busyness?  He’s right there, of course. I am the one who’s blind and distracted. I am missing so much.

“As the deer pants for the water, so my soul longs after you,” wrote David. I want that closeness. But I don’t take time to go to the well and drink deeply.  Is there any hope for me?

I am trying to train myself to reserve my time alone in the car for talking to God. Do you have other ideas for me?

Short Story by Phyllis Wheeler

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