Yo Oro. I Pray. A thought crossed my mind this morning in
Spanish Class. I was feeling lousy to
begin with; my chest cold is a recurring theme.
Class was really getting hard.
It’s good and I am learning a lot but I get brain freeze pretty
easy. And then this thought crossed my
mind: learning to pray is like learning a foreign language. Oh, I don’t mean to make it sound all that
difficult. I know how to pray, ok!
It’s just that… lately I’m feeling like prayer is a deeper,
richer language than I’ve thought it was.
I think it’s so simple that the right person at the right time need only
cry out, “My God” to be just as close to God or just as “saved” as I’ve ever
been. At the same time I think about
Jesus sweating drops of blood in prayer.
That’s a level I have no clue about.
I think about conversations I’ve had with friends over the years. Sometimes it’s a Sunday Morning Lie- “How are
you today?” (not really wanting to know), followed by an “Oh, I’m just great!”
(lie). Sometimes those conversations
have gone deep into the night and early into the morning and included laughter
and pain, tears and transparency, confession and confusion. Sometimes prayer is like that. More times it’s not.
So I’m class and I’m learning something new everyday. Bit by bit I can build a sentence (at least
on paper with a dictionary and my textbook close by). Is it weird that my prayer is that I can
learn something new everyday to go richer and deeper with God in prayer? That I can learn something that will add to
the fullness of my prayerlife and my walk with God in general. That I will cry with Him and laugh with Him
and be transparent with Him. That I will
confess my confusion. That I will just
enjoy the conversation?
