Thinking of prayer yesterday I felt a weight of guilt slip onto my shoulders. I reflected on the many people I’d like to pray for and often overlook. I reflected on lists given out at church–countries, causes, convictions. Before I uttered my first word I already felt like giving up.
But then it seemed a whisper, just share your heart with me. And I thought of my marriage, how my husband and I don’t talk about everything. We talk about this and that, big things, little things, all things in between. It doesn’t really matter so much what the details are…what matters is the knowing.
And I remembered (how could I forget?) that God does know all…and yet He still wants to know me.
So I whisper words that feel so small, so insignificant, I tell Him thanks and ask for help. I briefly mention friends and strangers. I reflect a bit and seach for wisdom. I sit in silence.
And when I’m through, so much on my list still remains. But the guilt is gone–banished by the One Who Loves Me.
It’s a divine conversation, a small conversion.
Yes, it’s prayer.
I am here, Lord, seeking not your hand but your heart…let’s talk.