This is a confession. The Bible Church is holding a 24-7 prayer vigil this month and I signed up for the early morning sessions thinking that would be the only time I would definitely be available. Well, last night, Brooklynne said to me, "Miles, are either of us supposed to pray at the Bible church tomorrow?" and I replied, "no, they send me an email to remind me, and I didn't get an email this weekend, so we're good." This morning around 7am, when I woke up, I had an email saying that I was scheduled to pray today... at midnight.

This is the second time I missed my scheduled time. The other time, I had just got home from the hospital the second time, after Brooklynne's crisis. I felt terrible because God had just brought our family through a very scary time and I didn't even think of Him or follow through on my committment to the Church. But I marked it up to stress and claimed the grace to go on.

This time, I felt sick. I had been too tired and lazy to check the schedule myself. I remembered the disciples who could not stay awake even when Jesus had warned then of his impending betrayal, and I thought about all the things I should be praying about and that I shrug off when I miss chances to lay them before the Lord. I think my lack of committment to prayer is the number one obstacle to my life with Christ. It kills me to think that I have already sinned against my daughter by failing to pray for her and Brooklynne.

Besides a confession, this is a challenge to others and a call for accountability. Help me devote myself to prayer. Help each other. Amen.