Sometimes my husband comes into my room and finds me lying on my back, on my bed, completely motionless, with my eyes closed. When he sees me like this, he does not call 9-1-1. Instead, he recognizes that I am praying.
I retreat often into this quiet “prayer closet” during the day. I hear only the whooshing of the ocean waves and the occasional sound of seabirds.
I am a prayer intercessor. Intercessory prayer is prayer offered on behalf of others. I belong to an intercessors prayer group, and we receive prayer requests on line. Sometimes people ask me to pray for them. Other times I will pray for situations and people without knowing exactly why I am praying for them. Most of the people I pray for never know that I am praying for them, but God does.
Why do I spend so much time in my “prayer closet ?”
Firstly, because it brings me great joy. Secondly, because I know that people were also praying for me, when I was out wandering around in “The World”. That is how I became a Christian. I am thankful for the prayers of others, and so, I pray.