Day 9 — Simplicity
Simplicity is one of those words that lends itself to so many things when it comes to faith. But what came to mind immediately was the simplicity of a child in prayer.
Why is it that as we get older praying becomes harder and harder? Why do we have to take Sunday School classes about or do Bible studies about what prayer is? How to pray? Where to pray? Not in public, but in a private closet. Does that mean an actual closet? On my knees? Good grief no! If I got down on my knees now I’d never get up! In bed? Best way I know to fall asleep in a minute or two.
Do we pray by a formula like ACTS? Adoration first, then confession, then thanksgiving, and finally supplication? Or how about the Prayer of Jabez that was all the rage for awhile? “Oh that you would bless me indeed and enlarge my territory! Let your hand be with me, and keep me from the evil one.”
Why does it have to be so hard? I remember being in one prayer class when I first gave my heart to Jesus where all I could do was giggle when I was supposed to be silent and praying. I also remember being very distressed as a young mother who, if I really wanted to go into my prayer closet, had to hide out in the toity — usually with the kids hollering, “Mom! Where are you?”
I don’t think it’s supposed to be that hard. For me, even though God and I have this real push me/pull me dynamic going on, when I pray it feels more like this:
Most of the time these days I can’t say a word. I don’t even KNOW what to say because I’ve prayed the same prayers so often and they just seem to bounce off the ceiling. So at least for this part of my life journey, all I can do is SIMPLY hold on to Jesus and let him sort it out. After all, if anyone can do that, it will be him…`
Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul.
It is daily admission of one’s weakness.
It is better in prayer to have a heart without words
than words without a heart.