Those of you who know me, know a bit of the struggle I’m living, this learning to pray expectant prayers, to believe in the God-sized dreams that apart from faith seem utterly absurd in their size and possibility.
Prayer for me these days is a constant exercise in exposing my vulnerabilities and honestly, I am a bit raw from it all.
This hasn’t always been my posture in prayer. And most of the time, it’s still a struggle. I want to snap my hands shut and clench my fingers because it’s safe. Isn’t it safer not to want things? The risk of disappointment scares me and I keep shrinking back.
But we are called to something other than this fearful, doubt-filled murmuring to heaven…
Counting on, beyond 1000 Gifts:
Visits with family
Quiet time away
His strength magnified in my weakness
Children playing in the early morning
The hope of the lost being found
Learning to pray. Again.