“And I fell on my face. As the glory of the Lord entered the temple by the gate facing east, the Spirit lifted me up and brought me into the inner court; and behold, the glory of the Lord filled the temple.” Ezekiel 43:3b-5
Every morning, I get on my knees, place my face to the ground, and I pray.
God can and does hear your prayers no matter where you utter them, no matter if they’re silent, no matter if they’re loud. Whether You say your prayers in the car line, the shower, the dinner table, on your walk, or in your bed, God hears them, but there is something so different about getting on your knees to pray — something so Holy.
Intentionally, every morning, I walk my way to the recliner in our living room, the one toward the east, picturing the Lord before me on his throne, and I get down on my knees. Its in this moment that I humble myself, trusting his authority over me — his Lordship – allowing his glory to shine forth as I pray. In this place, I give God my full attention, no earthly distraction, so I can speak to Him and he can speak to me. I desire His Spirit to fill me and His Word to breathe life into me, as all I have is Him before me.
I can pray wherever, whenever, and I do – but it’s my morning prayer where he lifts me up and fills me up for the day ahead.
For years I’ve been intentional about my mornings with God. Waking before the rest of my house, hearing from Him before I hear the world. It’s from this intentionality, this daily rhythm in my life, that the morning after my son died I went to the same place, the place I’d seen Him before and the place I trusted I’d see Him again. I got down on my knees and even with no words coming from my mouth, my heart was held in His hand and He breathed new life into me. Just as Ezekiel saw in His vision, as I humble myself before the Lord, He lifts me up into His presence. I see His Glory because I look for His Glory. I feel His presence because I seek His presence. Every. Morning.
Are you desiring to hear from God? Are you wanting so badly to feel His presence, to see Him, to know Him, to be held by Him? Do you pray and yet you feel like you can’t hear Him? The world can easily distract us from hearing His voice. Would you try this for me, would you go to a place, a quiet place — put a chair before you, picture God there….and humbly get on your knees, placing your face on the ground, and pray. You can start by just being silent before Him, then let Him breathe His breath into you, and pray. He can hear you anytime and all the time, but I’m hoping you can hear Him and feel Him and experience God in this intentional time.