No holiday from prayer

Sobs come
without invitation
unexplained and real
no respecter of
shut doors
and closed windows
I want to whisper
"later"
I want to say
"I'm busy now"
I want to shout
"let me take a holiday!"

I want to...

but like the clay
that cannot guide
the Potter's hands
I answer His call
tears fall.

For years, and yet, yes, still today, I question my Lord's choice to call me as an intercessor.  I have argued, stomped my feet and pouted, a stubborn and stiff necked child.

But I surrender, again and again, as He teaches me that my every breath is prayer and there is no where to run.

Is there anyplace I can go to avoid your Spirit? to be out of your sight? If I climb to the sky, you're there! If I go underground, you're there! If I flew on morning's wings to the far western horizon, You'd find me in a minute— you're already there waiting! Then I said to myself, "Oh, he even sees me in the dark! At night I'm immersed in the light!"  It's a fact: darkness isn't dark to you; night and day, darkness and light, they're all the same to you.  Psalm 139:7-12 The Message 

Joining Jason and the other warriors  Here - where today's prompt is Vacation (translates to holiday here in Canada)