And so, every morning, I go to fill up.
What that looks like has changed over the years. As a teenager, I read my Bible. As a young mom, I grabbed a couple of quiet moments holding a small child. As a thirty-something working mom, I got up early to pray--often in my literal closet. In my forties I discovered contemplative prayer--the act of sitting with God in His presence without allowing myself to be distracted by random thoughts about the day.
By far the latter requires the most discipline...and yet, it seems to fill my tank fuller and deeper than any of the spiritual disciplines I've known before.
How do you fill up?
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