Come to the Alter of Incense

I was struck by the reality that God remembers the prayers we’ve forgotten. Even the ones we stopped praying long ago, He still hears, He still holds, and He still responds. Prayer isn’t meant to be something intimidating or distant. It’s an invitation to come close, to be joined with Him again, morning and evening. To seek, to listen, to receive instruction, and then to return at the end of the day in conversation and fellowship. This is the pattern we were created for, from the garden to the tabernacle to now. Not striving, not performing, but living from relationship. When we come to Him like this, our hearts are realigned, our burdens are lifted, and we begin to live from the place of being held, not holding everything together ourselves. “Come to me in the morning, and come to me in the evening.”