I’ve been dabbling in Max Lucado’s book, Fearless, whenever I have the opportunity; and yesterday, while I was in Celcom for more than 3 hours, I was able to read quite a bit.
Something he wrote regarding prayer grabbed a hold of me and hasn’t let go…
Prayer is the practice of sitting calmly in God’s lap and placing our hands on his steering wheel. He handles the speed and hard curves and ensures safe arrival. We offer our requests; we ask God to “take this cup away.” This cup of disease, betrayal, financial collapse, joblessness, conflict, or senility. Prayer is this simple.
He goes on to talk about how we overcomplicate the topic of prayer.
We prescribe words for prayer, places for prayer, clothing for prayer, postures for prayer; durations, intonations, and incantations.
And yet, it is the smallest, shortest, and most heart-felt prayers that, lately, I can only produce.
And He does. He hears me and He knows my heart. And for this and many other reasons, I am so THANKFUL for my אבא.