prayer watch
Written by praisecity
Posted on Friday, March 21, 2008 at 08:36 AM.
Now where is it at? John looked every where but still he just couldn't remember where he left it. Usually it was his keys or his glasses he couldn't find, but this, unbelievable.
As John walked back to his bedroom he began to retrace his steps, I think I had it over here as he tossed his dirty underwear off the chest at the foot of his bed. "Nope, not there either".
John did a quick pat down, my wallet, my keys, hmmm. He walked toward the living room and gave it a fast look over. His rifle was still in its place over the mantel, so he knew no one broke in, a thief always go for the firearms, he mused. Still he couldn't help wondering if someone came in and took it. John was just about to give up when a small voice spoke up. It was so dim and faint that he could barely hear it, but he did make out "closet". Closet?. "Oh yea, why didn't I think of that first?", he wonder. Turning around he went pass the bathroom and by instinct headed toward the den.
Rounding the corner of the hall, he came to the entrance, and turned the knob. It felt cold under his touch. "The den closet is as good as any place", he half said to himself. But it really sounded like he as talking to some one else.
He flipped on the light, and started across the wooden floor, the noise from his heels soften as he crossed the area rug.
The den was a nice , his ex wife decorated it. "She did have nice taste", he thought as he headed for the closet on the opposites side. Long drapes hung under, cloth laden valences. "The curtain", he remembered her saying, "had a two fold purpose, not only do they defuse the heat that comes into the room from the afternoon sun, but they also when closed, block out the noise to make the room almost sound proof.Now they were half open, and the sun slice down like a knife upon the closet door handle.
The brass knob shined with a holy fire, and turned easily under John hand.
As the door open John peered into the darkness, and waited for his eyes to get used to the dim light.
There on the floor he saw what he was looking for. He quietly knelt down and pulled a small tin box from beneath the shadows, and as he touch it, he remembered.
This is where I put it!
With reverence he lifted the tiny lid and in it was his watch, it wasn't just a watch but his prayer watch.
John's father gave it to him and his fathers', father gave it to him. It was made out of gold, very plain and heavy to the touch. With no chain , it shined like a little sun. He held it to his ear, silence. The kind of silence that made him jerked back a little. Like it was dead or something. But that's silly he thought, it just needed a little winding. As he gently began to wind up the stem on top, he turned it over and read the inscription on it. He really didn't need to, because he knew it by heart, but it still brought comfort to him. It read, "Men always ought to pray".
The tear surprise him when it hit the back of his hand. With a quick wipe he got up,and moved out of the closet .
"What happen? ", John asked himself as he sat down on one of the matching side chairs. Oh yes, he used to come in here all the time, he would rise up early, (to early by his wife Beth observation), and pray. His father taught him as his fathers' father taught him. His dad favorite scripture was, " O God,thou art my God;early will I seek thee".
Yes, many times God would awaken me, John thought, to seek him early. Half asleep, I would stumble out of bed, grab the watch and pray.
The watch had a special feature that John loved. It chimed every hour on the hour, a soft tone that told him that a hour was up, "can you at least prayed one hour" was a anthem pass down to him. Yet with the divorce, some how it slip away.
But now, looking at the watch, He knew what to do.
John slipped out of the chair , turned and got on his knees. Pressing his face down the familiar smell of the the fabric met him as a slow breath ease out. Quieting himself, he turned towards God.
Tears filled his eyes as if he found an old friend, and the soft ticking of the watch told him it was so.
Blaine Vann Copyright 2007
Many times we forget the things of God that got us here
prayer, reading the bible, Holiness
the Lord spoke to me about Prayer being the weapon of choice in this day .
Many attacks of the enemy has confounded the Body of Christ.
the Lord saids that there is a black smith in Israel and that he is forming Mighty prayer in the closet of our God, for prayer is the weapon of choice
be brave God,s people. pray hard.
early in the morning seek his face, send time in His presence and fill your mind and heart with the Good things of God,
watch and pray, be humble and seek the lord help on all occasions
Blaine
