It’s a clay pot, this thing I am planted in. And every so often, my roots touch the shell I live in, and I stop growing as well as I should. So God, in his wisdom, knows that I must have a new and larger home, and he breaks the pot, makes me a new one, and gently slides me into the new earth contained within the new vessel.

 

He knows that I will not grow well if the pot is too much bigger than the old, and he knows that he must be gentle with me or I will go into shock, but he also knows that if I am not removed, then my roots cannot extend any further.

 

I have an idea lurking in my head that has been swimming in there for a while, and I want to invite you to dive in with me. I don’t like to necessarily publicize my private experiments because there is such a risk for failure and its subsequent humiliation, but I think that you know me well enough by now to know that half of my life I have learned through failure. I am what I am.

 

I am sick of wishing that I had remembered God during my day. I am so tired of only remembering to talk to him when I am stuck, after I have lost control, sinned, or have come to the realization that I was stupid. I despise coming to the end of my waking hours, looking at my Bible and feeling like I have only spoken to him once since yesterday. And listening has been non existent.

 

My experiment is this: I am going to set my watch to ring on the hour, every hour. When it rings, I am going to set aside a minute, five minutes, however long it takes, and in whatever circumstance I find myself, I am going to pray, or just be quiet and listen for him. I am going to blog this experiment, and see what happens after a week.

 

I invite you to join with me, and post your experience. Maybe your roots need new soil, too. It’s only a matter of setting your watch.

 

I figure, how can it possibly hurt? I think it’s more a matter of how much it can benefit my growth and sheer awareness of God.