In the New Testament, Paul tells the Thessalonians we are to “Pray continually.” (1 Thessalonians 5:17) I used to do this, as least I used to be a lot better at this than I am now…
When I am walking from upstairs to switch the laundry, God might remind me a bit about his everlasting love. I will give him thanks. While I am washing up a few dishes in the sink, He will remind me of a friend who needs prayer. I will ask for His love and blessing to be made known. Folding a few towels, I will sing a little praise song. While putting my sweet kids to bed, I pray for their protection and their salvation. This is who I want to be and what I want to do throughout the day.
Unfortunately, since I have facebook/internet on my phone instead of allowing God to draw my thoughts, prayers, and praises to Him, I allow my brain to be muddled with where my fb friends are eating lunch, who they are hanging out with, and what they are watching on tv. Please don’t get me wrong, I am not fb bashing. I love keeping up with my friends and family. I love sharing what we are eating for dinner! I love the connectedness that it brings to our lives, especially living in Haiti so far away from “home”. After the 2010 earthquake, I was amazed that it was the only reliable source for communication!
What I am confessing is facebook without ceasing instead of pray without ceasing. I am wasting precious moments of everyday interacting with a screen instead of the little faces in front of me. I catch up on everyone’s updates while I wait for my kids to fall asleep instead of praying for them and with them. I look up after dinner and see that my kids have taken advantage of my Blackberry addiction to escape from the table (and hoping to escape from the dishes!). Sometimes it happens during the school day. When my kids are hard at work, I think I have time to read a little thing that someone posted. When I am finished, I notice that my kids were not focused because I lost my focus on them. My family deserves my best, and so does my God. I am have failing them.
So with this confession, comes repentance and a stubborn resolve to keep my phone in my pocket. At times it seems to be an extension of my hand. And since I am putting this out here for all to read, I want you to ask me about my time with my phone. You can keep me accountable. I did tell my kids to keep me accountable as well. They haven’t failed me yet.
And please, someone tell me that I am not alone!