Prayer -Just Do It

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There have been times when I’ve gotten frustrated with all the books on prayer that seem to be available to anyone who is considering deepening their prayer life. It seems such a simple thing – to pray. After all, weren’t we given instructions by Christ personally, on how to pray. Doesn’t it seem obvious then, that all that is left to do is… just pray?

Yes. And, no.

If we are seasoned in the habit of prayer, then yes. We can get down to business and pray. We can come before the throne of God in faith and with confidence and present our requests, worship Him, repent of our sins, give Him thanks for all He has done and does still. We have been there at His feet often. We have learned the importance, the necessity, the need to pray. The key thought here however, is that we have already formed a habit of prayer. A routine of and a dependence on conversations with God. We have become (one might say) addicted to prayer.

However, I have found that just because we may think of ourselves as seasoned in prayer, it seems that it’s quite easy to become, if we haven’t already done so, ‘unseasoned’ in the area of prayer.

Instead of forming a habit or starting a routine or becoming dependent on meeting with our heavenly Father, we’ve somehow, somewhere along the way, allowed ourselves to easily become addicted to other things that take us away from that precious time with the Lord. So perhaps a few of those books on prayer might get a wayward prayer warrior back on track. Perhaps they will inspire and create a newness of spirit toward the act of prayer. Maybe we will become like a Nike runner and just do it… Just pray.

Lord, help me not become distracted so that other things take the place of being with You…

You’ve spoken all the words
time and time again,
voiced everything,
in every way you know how.
How do you utter a word
when it seems you can’t pray?
How do you reach into the darkness,
way down,
deep inside
longing to voice the pain
you find hiding there?
The aches and the wounds
have robbed you of words.
The burden you carry
has left you raw and weak.
Yet, still you kneel at your bedside,
holding your heart in your hands,
vulnerable and exposed
and admitting your weakness
you cry for help.

You need to talk to someone –
Is there anybody –
just one somebody who understands?

Your heart
pierced
you have nothing left to give
as your tears mix with the salt of the ocean
where you stand standing at the water’s edge
contemplating your fate.

Yet somewhere within your weakened spirit
Someone calls you by name
and in the silence of the present
you hear the Voice once more,
and you weep.

In the dark of your desperation
you cry out
expressing the anguish
the heartache you’ve held for so long within.

When words begin to flow
the feeling of loneliness
the ache in your life subsides
as hope you’ve known before now
begins to surface once more
and a healing balm soothes you deep inside.

There is a God who cares
though at times
hard to see,
or to feel,
or to touch,
or to hear.

He waits
longing to meet with you
with me
in the dark places
where we’ve thought
and felt
He’s left us –
without Him.

You hold onto His promise:
He will never leave you –
a promise He gave from His heart

and in the times
when words can’t be found,
His spirit intercedes
and speaks for you.

While He already knows
the depth of your pain
the source of your tears
He also knows
you need to tell Him –
you need to say the words
few though they may be
they will cleanse you inside out
and heal from within

and let Him do
His most holy work
to restore
​to renew
​to refresh
​​your life
as broken
and bruised
and beaten
though it may be

He can
and He will
do it.

For He is

Abba Father.
Daddy.
Our Lord God.

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