Nonetheless, arguing was precisely what I was doing. God, in His grace and patience, listened to me in spite of my agitation, physical exhaustion, and restless spirit. In my mind, I cried out to God, “I can’t go to prayer in the morning; I have too much to do and no way to do it all.” Then sweetly in my spirit, I heard the Lord say, Prayer is More Important.” “But,” I snapped back quickly, still arguing with the Lord, “not everyone can do the books. Others pray, but i need to work on the finances. No one else can do my job.”
The Lord refused to debate with me. He simply whispered once again, “Prayer is More Important.” Honestly, I wasn’t thrilled with what I heard Him say. In The midst of my telling the Lord how much I had to do, He asked me for more than I thought I could possibly give.
I lacked the energy to pray at all, but God asked me to pray more. I had a multitude of needs, but He asked me to pray for the needs of others. I argued with Him that I needed less to do, but God persuaded me that what I needed was to spend more time with Him. Then something supernatural happened. I genuinely heard, not just the words the Lord spoke, but I heard His heart. Jesus was wooing me. He was personally inviting me to come and meet with Him. I had a sweet inner witness that His priority for me was to go to my time of intercessory prayer and that something special awaited me there.