To pray, or not to pray...

This morning I woke up with a heavy heart. My Superintendent is out of town this weekend, and I was wrestling with thoughts that something might have happened to him. I don't know what would have made me think this, but I just couldn't clear my mind - even as we started worship this morning.

By the time we came to the end of worship and prepared to receive the offering, the burden became so heavy that I actually thought I was about to have a heart attack. Thankfully we have a prayer team, whose task it is each week is to spend the entire duration of the service praying for the service itself, the congregation, and whatever God may lay on their hearts.

I must admit that they looked somewhat bewildered when I burst into the vestry where they normally pray, but as I shared this burden on my heart with them, they immediately agreed that we should pray. As we were praying, I felt the burden easing, and by the time we had finished praying, I knew that we had done what we had to do.

I'm still not sure why my heart was so heavy this morning. Since I haven't seen Bill yet, I haven't been able to chat to him about it. But I would rather pray when I'm not supposed to pray, than not pray when I AM supposed to pray!