If I could rewind to the early 1990’s and revisit my Grandma Shaffer’s house, I would do it without hesitation. In her dining room, she had a number of photos framed and trinkets displayed within a corner cabinet. One of those trinkets ministers to me still, here in 2026. It was a small decoration that read, “Seven days without prayer makes one weak.”
Even as my 12 year-old self, I understood both the play on words and the truth of that statement. Every now and again, those words bubble to the surface and I can’t help but agree with them.
How life has changed since then… both for me personally, and for the world. One thing that has remained the same is a God who works on my heart, walks alongside my steps, and directs my life.
In my changing seasons as a wife, mom, and teacher, there seems to be also eras of growth and eras of stagnancy in my faith walk. The times of standstill can likely be correlated very simply to how much time I allot for prayer, and how focused I am on reading the Word.
Maybe you can relate—- you settle down in the morning with a cup of coffee, in your favorite chair, open a Bible verse or devotional, THEN…..
Here come the dogs! Let them out, get them food, fill their water!
You sit back down in your favorite chair, open a Bible verse or devotional, THEN…
“PING!”, goes the phone- ‘Your Walmart order has substitutions.”
You sit back down in your favorite chair, open a Bible verse or devotional, THEN…
“Whoa! It’s 6:20!” You ask your husband to wake up your son, so he can get ready for school, which leads to a discussion about after-school plans.
You sit back down in your favorite chair, open a Bible verse or devotional, THEN…
You remember that pair of gym shorts is in the dryer, so you bound up the steps to grab them quickly.
By the time I finish, 3/4 of my devotional time and coffee is untouched. And if my Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday feel a bit similar to this scenario, you know what comes to mind? That sign from Grandma Shaffer’s house.
Just last night, as I was sitting in the start of our church service, a short plea came to mind….. “God, correct my disconnect.”
It seems this phrase could be my prayer over all things in what may be an era of extra busy-ness.
Interruptions are bound to come, whether the dogs, the phone, the kids, or otherwise—— thank goodness our God is not limited to 30 minutes in the morning. He can give me course correction all the day long!
In the car, “God, correct my disconnect.”
At my desk in school, “God, correct my disconnect.”
Walking the neighborhood, “God, correct my disconnect.”
I don’t have to endure seven days without prayer, if I am seeking the Lord all of my waking hours. It may look like turning off the radio, putting away the phone, or getting away by yourself even for a few moments. A growing Christ follower protects this time because it’s precisely how we grow!
Because, I suppose the flip-side of the trinket’s statement is true for the busiest of eras…. “Seven days with “pockets” of prayers makes one strong.”
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