My friend Tammye must have felt the same way. We were in the break-room prior to heading out to the nurses' station and she asked me to pray for us before the start of our shift. Her simple request humbled and shamed me at the same time.
I had spent plenty of time dreading this night, I had even spent time thinking about what we would do to handle the heavy load, but I don't recall praying about it even once.
How often do I do this? How often do I let fear or dread take a hold of my heart and never even let the thought of prayer enter in? Knowing what we do about prayer, knowing how precious our prayers are to the Lord, why is that not my first thought, my first action?
I hope to have learned a great lesson from my dear friend Tammye and seek the Lord's wisdom and guidance before sinking into the temptation to dread and fear. There is only One source for true comfort, true joy and true peace and His ear is always listening for the sweet sound of the prayers of His children.
"Hearken unto the voice of my cry, my King, and my God: for unto Thee will I pray.
My voice shalt Thou hear in the morning, O LORD;
in the morning will I direct my prayer unto Thee, and will look up."
Psalm 5: 2, 3