The Lord has really been pressing prayer on my heart lately. To get down and dirty with Him. Does that make any sense? I keep singing the song in my head that goes, "I'm on my knees at Your feet. I'm on my knees again".
When I was growing up, my brother and I would go into my parents room and kneel next to their bed to pray. I remember hating to get on my knees. Being "too tired" to sit up straight, my brother and I would spread ourselves across the bed with our knees barely touching the floor most nights. But, we would kneel there with our dad every night and say our prayers. I'm not sure when that ended...but I do remember in high school that I would have to go into my parents room while it was still dark out. My dad would lay his hand on me and pray for me before I'd go to school. Prayer played an important role in our house.
As adults, we pray. We pray driving to work or while we're drinking our coffee or as we're falling asleep in bed at night. When was the last time we got on our knees to pray?
Right now is a time where I find getting on my knees essential to my prayer time with God. It's my act of helplessness, fully surrendering my heart to Christ. God's promises through prayer is the only thing that has kept me strong through this time. He continues to remind me to pray without ceasing.
(and as God would: I was studying for my Friday night bible study and Jon Courson's sermon on Revelation 8 is all about prayer and the power of prayer! Come on. You gotta praise God for that.)
Psalm 141:2 Let my prayers be set before You as incense, the lifting up of my hands as an evening sacrifice.