Prayer is 'climbing your own tree'.
This morning I read about Zacchaeus. You know, the little man who was an outsider, hated by all and belonging to no group, but whose heart's desire was to see, to contact Jesus. I wondered for what? What was troubling him?
What could he do? He knew where Jesus was going to be and went there. He had no influence to get near Jesus, so he climbed a tree. What a view! Jesus saw him and responded. Jesus came to him and spent the day with him. How lucky he was!
What do I do when I need Jesus? Well, I climb my tree! I go into a quiet place and let my heart reach out to Jesus. I know he sees me. For again and again he comes. How do I know? Because when I get up I fell stronger, calmer, my mind sorted out, able to face the rest of the day.
running wave to you,
Deep peace of
flowing air to you,
Deep peace of
quiet earth to you,
Deep peace of
shining stars to you,
Deep peace of the Son of peace to you.
