04/06/2026
What a Fool I Am, Praying in a Hurry
“What a fool I am, praying in a hurry. How could I forget who created time?”
I rush into prayer the same way I rush through my day.
I bring my requests quickly, glance at the clock, and move on as if God were another appointment squeezed between responsibilities. My words race ahead, but my heart lags behind.
Then I remember:
The One I am speaking to is not bound by time.
He is the One who spoke the stars into existence. He set the sun in its place and determined the length of every day. Before clocks existed, before calendars were invented, before my next deadline ever appeared, God was already there.
How strange that I rush before the Creator of time.
Jesus never seemed hurried. Crowds pressed in around Him. People demanded His attention. Yet He always had time to stop, to listen, to heal, to pray. He lived at the pace of His Father, not at the pace of urgency.
Perhaps prayer was never meant to be another task to complete.
Perhaps prayer is God’s invitation to step out of the tyranny of time and into His presence.
The Lord is never anxious about tomorrow. He is never late. He is never overwhelmed by the size of my problems or the number of my requests. He holds every moment in His hands.
So today, I will slow down.
I will sit a little longer.
I will listen a little more.
And when I am tempted to rush through prayer, I will remember:
I am speaking to the One who created time itself.
Prayer
Father, forgive me for treating prayer like a task instead of a meeting with You. Teach me to slow down and rest in Your presence. Remind me that You are not in a hurry, and I do not need to be either. Help me trust the God who holds every second of my life in His hands. Amen.