This very thing happened when I opened my email this morning at 8:55 am. A good friend who lives in Georgia said, "I need your prayer at noon today," and in parenthesis she put, "that is 9 am for all of you west coasters." Seeing the time was near, I felt humbled that I had the opportunity to pray for this request and that I didn't have to waste any time trying to figure out what time zone she is in and what time that really makes it here.
I say all this to only point out that time zones don't mean diddly to God. But my prayers mean everything. He hears my prayers at any time I choose to speak to Him. We are studying Revelation, teaching it to our Jr. Highers at church. There are some really random symbolisms in that book and it has always been tricky to me, but my husband pointed out something cool to me that has really stuck with me. It is in verse 8 of chapter 5, ".... the four living creatures and the twenty-four elders fell down before the Lamb. Each one had a harp and they were holding golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of the saints." The prayers are like incense. When it is burning, it permeates every corner of the room, as I recall from my suite-mates who burned it in our college dorm room and then tried to lie about it. The cent of incense is powerful and potent. I love the thought that my prayers fill the place where God is (without breaking any college codes of conduct).
I am in awe that my prayers are like incense to God and that I was able to pray this morning, not distracted by time zones.
(Please tell me I am not the only one who has trouble figuring out what time it is other parts of the world, ok, United States in general).