I am grateful for prayer. I love that in any instant I can connect to my creator and ask for support, resources, strength, and clarity. Prayer fuels my spirit with divine energy and purpose beyond what I can see right in front of me. Prayer helps me release my pride and the tight grip on how I expect things to go. It turns out, sometimes my prayers are answered, almost instantaneously with promptings, direction or peace. Other times it is a holding ground for me to work through deep and turbulent waters.
Sometimes God helps me redirect my thinking as I lean into him, rely on him, and learn to expect assistance – even if the how looks different than I imagined. Sometimes prayer is met with silence. It is not yet time for my pleading to be answered, and in my longing, I am changed. In my drawn out supplication I come to understand that regardless of how it turns out, I know I am His, and His plan for my life is WAY better than anything I could ever conjure up. Sometimes prayer is a whisper, a gentle reminder of the heavenly home I left to enjoy the adventure of life with all the ups and downs. Other times it is pleading, that starts with His name, and ends with silence because he already knows. And I know that he knows, and so he sits with me. In all my doing, the best part of my day is when I remember Him throughout it, and when I am quiet enough to notice all the tender mercies he sends along the way.
