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The Way Up Is Down

I am doing a Bible study at church in which we were advised to pray on our knees at least once a day. If you are able get on the floor and put your face down on the floor. If you are not able to get down on the floor you can sit at a table and put your face down. This is to be a posture of reverence and surrender. Beth Moore says the reason for this posture is that "the way up is down."


The first day I tried this I have to tell you I was shocked with the difference. My first thought was this is humbling. As I got ready to speak I was choked up that I was "at His feet." It made me more reverent. I was picturing Him as the King of Kings and Lord of Lords! I was talking to my Lord and Savior! Wow!


"Wow" was the difference. I think I have such a comfortable relationship with God that I chat with Him like a friend or a father. I chat with Him on and off all day. I do not pray pretty. I just chat with Him, cry out to Him, praise Him, and laugh with Him. I think that is wonderful because I have a real relationship with Him but I think I need to be reminded of Who I am talking to! By getting on the floor once a day I am reminded Who I am talking to!


Daniel 6: 10 "Now when Daniel learned that the decree had been published, he went home to his upstairs room where the windows opened toward Jerusalem. Three times a day he got down on his knees and prayed, giving thanks to his God, just as he had done before."


Three times a day, Daniel got on his knees to pray. He had a habit of prayer and thanksgiving. When we get on our knees before the Lord, we humble ourselves in His presence. We are in a posture of servanthood bowing to our Master. We are telling Him we honor Him. We are nothing without Him.


We should be more like Daniel and his prayer life. We can never underestimate the power of prayer. It needs to be a habit. When bad things come up, we can count on God to hear our prayers and deliver us! I challenge you to bow down before Him.

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