I've taken a hiatus (again) from writing in lieu of starting a new book, "The Autobiography of George Muller". For those unaware of Muller, he was a preacher in the mid 1800's who established orphanages and Bible schools and funded them only by praying; never asking for money from men. The book is actually his journal entries and are at the very least, remarkable. Makes me ashamed of the few minutes a day (if that) that I pray. A common theme that seems to reoccur to me as I read is there's so much more to our relationship with Christ and this life but we probably only experience a very minimal fraction of such. Sort of like this picture I took while we were dining at Sweet Grass Restaurant on Dataw Island.
The sun was setting and no one was stirring much on the docks. I peered eastward toward Morgan island and the cut to the Atlantic which then leads to thousands of other places. However, for now, I'm here as are the boats in this picture and as long as I'm "here" the scenery won't change very much. Now bringing this thought toward prayer and truly seeking to live a life of prayer, as long as my prayer life is as shallow and non-engaging, the scenery for me will not change much. Psalm 66:18 is a good place for us to start.
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