Can you pray with me?

I truly believe God places you right where you need to be, at the right time. He has you in places where you will see the things he needs you to see. He has you in places where you hear what he wants you to hear.

He has you hit every stop light in town, even when you’re late just for you to slow down.

You miss a big car accident by 30 minutes.

You barely miss a deer running into the road, by a split second.

You get out of work late to see that perfect sunset you may have missed otherwise.

All things happen because of our God, Your God, my God.

Isn’t it amazing. God is an almighty power that is beyond any earthly thing.

Okay, so Holy Thursday. Kind of a big deal right,It was Jesus’s last supper. The agony, the anticipation, the confusion of that night. Overall,it is such a large important part in the gospel.

And for everyone participating  this Lenten season, we know we are close to the end. The big event, Jesus’s death and resurrection.

So yesterday, I went about my daily routine and made my way to Holy Thursday mass, which was at 7pm. Normally I am home, preparing for the next work day and winding down for bed. But during Lent, I have chose to make time for God. Mornings I didn’t want to get up for mass, I made myself get up and make it early mass instead of waiting for the later evening one.

This Lent I focused more on Him, instead of myself.

However, I was awfully tired, as this week has been draining. I would have rather stayed home and went to sleep early but, remembering the importance of Holy Thursday I sat back and thought did Jesus get to go to bed early.

As I’m sitting in the pew, praying and waiting for mass to start. The family behind me was trying to settle in their children. There was an adorable curly-headed little girl, probably about 2 or 3 years old, playing with her mom’s car keys and asking her “how she starts the car.”


Her mother trying different ways to quiet her down asks her “can you pray with me?”


The little girl, makes a big *sigh* goes “um no, sorry, I am doing other things”

Wow. Just re read that real quick.

“can you pray with me?”

*sigh* “um no, sorry, I am doing other things” 


That question from the mother and the answer from a little 2 year old girl, just really took me back.

Not only back to the story in the gospel of Jesus asking the disciples to stay with him and pray. (Matthew 26:40-41)

But to my own life, where I can imagine God is constantly seeking me to stop. Stop and pray with him. To take time to pray in general. Asking me like that mother did, “can you pray with me”

It really shook me up honestly. How many times has God asked me to stop, stop and pray with him. How many times have I denied the invitation. A personal invitation to stop, sit, and reflect with the Lord.


Although this Lent I really tried hard to focus more on God. There were times where I was still selfish. Still chose sleep or social media over saying a prayer or reading my devotional.

Isn’t it funny how God will help you reflect, simply by having you hear something, something so little. Hearing that really made me sit down and reflect on this Lent season. How even when I try my hardest to focus on him, he still wants more. And when we think him asking for more is such a hard task, he is only asking for you to stop for moment and give it all to him.

So I urge you all, reflect deeply these next few Holy days. The three we have left, sit and think of all you have given to God and everything you still have to give. What more can you give to him, and what can you do less of that will free up more time for you to give towards praying for example.

Stop and smell the roses. Stop and enjoy the sunsets. Stop and pray with God, listen for him. Listen when he asks you “can you pray with me?” God is always asking something from you, maybe we should just give him that moment of our time.

I hope y’all have a blessed Holy Week, and a lovely Easter! May the Lord be present with you and your family, and I hope you all stop and pray with him.

XOXO.

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