Years ago, I had a computer with a cool feature called “go back.” It allowed you to go back into the files and restore your computer to a “healthier” time. A kind of reset. My morning called for one of those. I skipped my morning prayer and nothing seemed to be flowing. I spent 30 minutes looking for a picture I wanted to enlarge and when I finally sent it to Outlook I couldn’t open my mail without signing in with an access code, which I have never done before.

So, I smartly posted it on Facebook from my phone and then saved it to my computer. I still can’t get into my mail via computer.

I discovered that piece of the morning that was missing then and went out to pray.

Those times we share? It’s not “Religion by rote,” it’s not something I do to appease an unknown impassive granite-like God. It has nothing whatever to do with Religion with a capital “R.” It’s a time of fellowship between my Heavenly Father and I, and I have discovered that when I miss it, I miss it!

It’s like the daily phone chat with your Mom. Or the coffee time before the rush with your husband…..wife……best friend. It’s something that if you didn’t get it, didn’t hear them, see them, touch them, your day wouldn’t feel quite right. You’d want to go back to that time and start over. You’d want a reset button.

That’s what God wants from us. He misses us. And I can’t help but wonder, when we get to Heaven with all those myriads of people, will we get this One on one time? I wonder and ask Him as I pray?

And the reply was sent to my heart feather soft. “Heaven is why I took such drastic lengths to get you back.”

“If I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself, that where I am, there you may be also. John 14:3