I'm the kind of person who skips to the conversation when reading a book.
Evelyn Underhill called prayer “a secret conversation with God.” I love that description.
Every morning, I come downstairs before everyone else. Sometimes, it is completely black outside, save the glow of a streetlight which I can see from my kitchen window. Often, my backyard neighbor is up before me, as his own window light attests.
I begin my morning with coffee (is there any other way?) and my little pile of devotional books. I just finished reading Silence by Shūsaku Endō and just started The Collected Papers of Evelyn Underhill.
As I begin with my prayers and liturgies, I sometimes become so engrossed in everything that I fail to catch the dawn at its best, but the sun begins to peak beyond the trees and brighten my world.
And isn’t that a picture of what we want our Christian walk to be? So engrossed in Him and His word, that we fail to recognize Him taking over our very lives.
My secret conversation, once properly begun, continues throughout the day.
More of Him and less of me.