You might notice a change in the name of the blog. Same blog. Same content. Just a different name after some reflection over the past few weeks. Here’s a little insight on the process.
I want to talk about prayer. By prayer I mean simply talking with God, sitting with our Creator.
Over the past month circumstances have brought me to a place of needing close communication with God; talking with Him quietly every morning when I wake and every night before I sleep. Going into escrow (twice) on our
first second dream home. Yep God, we need you now. Walking into my patients’ homes as their bodies slowly give out in this world. Please Jesus, I need your peace. Helping to launch a church plant’s first monthly gathering. Father, guide us and protect us.
The past few weeks have been exhausting, high and low, rewarding and draining. It has also been a sweet time spent with Jesus.
While sitting so close to Jesus and getting to know Him more, He also got to know me more (or ask me questions, letting me process the answers since He really already knows all that’s within me). He began asking some pretty deep questions. As it turns out, God has much more to say in prayer than we generally ever anticipate. He says
Hey, what’s going on in that room of your heart?
Can I come in?
Why are you hurting?
Will you let me heal you?
Sometimes He even unearths memories and albums from years ago. I think, “Haven’t we already dealt with this?” He responds, “I don’t know, you tell me.” And then He waits patiently.
A guy named David once wrote about this.
Search me, O God, and know my heart! Try me and know my thoughts! And see if there is any grievous way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.
I wonder if David knew what he was asking when he prayed this thousands of years ago. Really that’s how it all started for me; praying this request. And waiting. Then Jesus came along, knocked on my door with a shovel, looking to dig up the muck and trash I had forgotten about. It was icky. But once He unearthed it all He smiled, He held me in His arms. He also used all the junk to make a new garden, lay the soil, and plant some beautiful flowers. What was desert now is quenched. What was ugly now is beautiful. Jesus said, “Blossom, desert.” And so it did.
Going deep into prayer is hard. It is intimate. It’s like staying up all night with someone, baring your soul and believing all of the wrong will be made new again. Prayer is an awful lot like the book of Isaiah – dry as the desert sometimes, but also sprinkled with wellsprings of water, blossoms, beauty, and hope.
The wilderness and the dry land shall be glad. The desert shall rejoice and blossom like the crocus.
So if you are interested in diving deeper into prayer, know that it’s not easy – it will be painful and rough – but also know that Jesus is there with you through it all. And He will bring you peace, joy and comfort. He will make all the ugly things beautiful. He promises us so.
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