I don’t write definitively on the subject of prayer very often because I find it to be indescribable, highly personal, and not open to the evaluation of others because…prayer is between me and God.
Some wax eloquently on the subject, some have written entire books on the subject, and some have written entire series on the subject. I don’t write much about it.
But I live in its rich blessing. The relationship I have with God holds much prayer, holds much conversation, and holds much being still and knowing He is near. Prayer takes you there - near to God and near to a place you can go reverently, boldly, and intimately. Just you and God.
I know prayer is a safe place. I know I can take everything to God in prayer and know I am safe with Him. He knows me better than I know myself, and He knows my heart better than I do. I can be myself before Him and with Him more than anyone else in the world. Who else knows what I am going to say before I say it? Who else knows what I will pray before I pray?
I tell Him everything and I ask Him many things, and listen for His answers, leading, and direction. I have asked for help, and I have asked for healing. I ask for change, and I ask for permission to do something, start something, or stop something.
I’ve watched God answer suddenly and clearly, and I’ve waited and wondered about things for a very long time. I am still waiting for some answers to prayers I have long prayed. I’ve seen doors close I thought for sure would open, and I have seen Him move heaven and earth for me. I have seen Him give and I have seen Him take away.
When I search my heart on this subject, as indescribable and deeply personal as I find it to be, this I know – prayer is a privilege and I live in prayer’s rich blessing interwoven in the day to day and moment to moment relationship I have with the Lord.
I love the Lord, because He has heard my voice and my supplications. Because He has inclined His ear to me, therefore I will call upon Him as long as I live.