The chaos of our house on a summer day distracted me in every way.
My boys trampled through the rooms like jousting hyenas. The crusted breakfast plates sat in the sink, the dryer signaled for me to fold laundry, and my two-year-old kept crying and whining—over nothing. I wanted to scream (or run away).
So, I picked up my phone and scrolled Instagram.
Oh, the beautiful pictures. The sweet sayings. The pep-talk quotes. But then, the Spirit of God whispered a gentle question: “What are you looking for?”
“You, Lord,” I replied in my mind.
“I’m right here,” the Spirit responded within.
So, I set down the phone and prayed. My heart settled. Peace and clarity returned.
Sometimes distraction starts to dry up our relationship with God. How can we focus?