A Frequently-Needed Memory

I left the chapel service seeking a place to weep. The speaker's story of his own seminary days had touched me deeply. With less than half an hour after chapel ended before his next class would begin, daily he would race over to his dorm, running up the flights of stairs, burst through his door and slide on his knees to his prayer spot --- all in order to spend a few choice moments in his Savior's presence.
Such eager zeal flew in the face of my drifting walk with the Master... especially since I, too, had known such intensity in time past. Yet, gradually, cherishing time with Him, more than anyone else (or doing anything else), had eased out of my heart.
Now repentance, restoration, and resolve were needed. Most of all, to fall in love with my Lord afresh... and thereby regain the joy of being in His presence supremely.