‘WE ALWAYS OUGHT TO PRAY AND NOT FAINT’, so says the Word of God.
With the above stated and boldly typed, it’s confession time (Smiles). I am a strong believer that all things happen for my good, regardless. All things happen for special reasons, don’t they, now?
There have been days I simply couldn’t open my mouth to say a word of prayer. Not because I couldn’t but because I simply didn’t feel like it. In the past, after that ‘’not wanting to pray feeling’’, it ends there, as I move to something else. Only lately (Thank God for daily growth), I saw that right there in the midst of not feeling like it, I can pray it all in my heart until my mouth catches up. And boom, I am praying out loud again. Oh, big thanks to my PAPA, for the gift of speaking in an unknown language (tongues) that also helped and still helping even today. Whenever, the English alphabetical combination producing words, fail me, which always means there is nothing more to say, I turn to tongues until the words begin to spring up again. The one I love most is when I just can’t stop praying in worship. No prayer point; but songs, hymns, sweet melodies pouring out from deep within. It’s such a beautiful thing to experience, genuinely.
Oh, the joy of praying! I recognize how hard it is sometimes, to cut out some minutes or even an hour to pray in our mad-paced new age, with lots of distractions; fascinating attractions, employment, chores, family. Etc. Shall I also sing about ‘The Mind’, which never stops wanting its own affair (this one right here is the one I deal with constantly. So for me, it’s not much of an external distraction, but internal) so much thinking and imagination going on. I receive grace (Smiles.) Thus, I constantly remind myself that I am of the spirit and not of the flesh, the moment I take that in; flesh gives way almost, immediately.
And then, I found that even in those moments when I feel the least to pray, that’s the time I pray the most heartfelt, sincere, anyway, anyhow-flow-without-editing (That happens when I am able to push a tiny bit more beyond my feeling). No formula. It becomes simple, sincere and honest. I almost feel literally bare, saying it all. Yes, it doesn’t sound well put together (it may not sound articulate enough for you too when you try it) but hey, I’m not praying to ‘me’, neither are you praying to ‘you’, but to our Heavenly all-knowing PAPA, who is ever and always ready to listen and answer.
The One I pray to and the One in whose name I pray, makes all the difference there is, not my style of prayer and most definitely has nothing to do with my grammatical prowess. So, whether I feel like it or not, prayer is a key part of my life, and pray, I must.
A wise man of God once said, ‘’have a routine, a particular time, a place, three times a day to pray. Four keys to pray; desperation, desire, discipline and delight.’’ He added, ‘’when you pray, you bring God into the space and that Holy presence creates order’’. (Quick flashback. Prior to when I took heed to the sermon, I was silently praying in my heart weeks before then, to have a form of an orderly daily routine and prayer place, aside from the usual quite time and personal Bible study time. Cos a lot kept popping up and I felt like something was dropping and I was not gathering up like I did desire.) And boom! The sermon. All things happen for my good, don’t they, now? You bet! Smiles.
Flash forward. After I heard those words from the man of God, I remember saying these words, ‘’the joy of prayer is now my portion’’. That very day, I laid out my prayer times (three) for the day. (You can try it as well. Set your time, you won’t always meet up, for starters, but when you keep at it, no matter how many times you miss the timing, it will get better.) Oh, how I struggled, the first week, the very next day even. I remember this one time in particular (trust me, many others. Lol). I was in a taxi, I checked my watch, there it was (I had already told myself, when you get to this meeting and its time, excuse yourself to the bathroom and go pour your heart) but I didn’t get to do that, thanks to traffic (I managed a quick silent tongue speaking right in the moving car). The day afterwards was another battle, particularly the very early hour @AM. Not because I was sleepy, cos I use the night time into early break of day, a lot. There was just a sudden tiredness, one I couldn’t explain (the devil is just always stupid with his craftiness all in the bid not to let us open the gates of prayers for he knows prayer is powerful and it changes things). Silly him.
This process, has done well in teaching me one thing consistently. ‘Dee, don’t always wait for only those specific times already registered’. Once it wells up in me, I don’t stop myself, I just go on ahead (nothing to lose more to gain). I make certain I am not disturbing my neighbor. I.e. Constituting noise or causing discomfort to anyone. (Please keep that in mind). I pray beneath my breath, sometimes, other times in my heart when I am around people. But when I finally arrive in my secluded space, I say it out loud as I free every part of me by raising the cap to my spirit’s satisfaction, enjoying the joy of praying.
Guess what, I’ve missed my early AM session in the past couple of days back to back. Simply guess what again, I didn’t miss today’s AM session; I MADE IT. (This is no boast. I’m only sounding out, do not let a couple of fallback throw you off balance or block you from forging ahead. Every day is a new day. Simply receive grace, and follow through).
I’ve been tempted countless times to change the time, especially the AM, but I won’t. Simply because I believe the Word of God, which says, ‘’I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me’’. Oh, there is another one, ‘’My grace is enough; it’s all you need. My strength comes into its own in your weakness’’. Come to think if it, I am up when I set a target to get an editing done, carry out an assignment, or finish up a portion of a script or even read, so why can’t I be ready for my early AM session, no matter how early? I choose to start my day that early, so why not with God, my PAPA. The devil is such a liar and a sore loser. I receive grace for my early session with my LORD. Period.
Today I am still a work in progress. Three times daily, progressive routine. There’s been days I touch up all three; in such days, my joy knows no bound, because I’ve sorted things out when others caught some Z’s. Then I sleep, to wake and work in the lead. Then when it’s the final time for the day, I say thank you to HIM and just flow as I am guided. I desire this for every 24hours, year in year out, PAPA. I am not where I need to be, but I am not where I used to be either, and that I am grateful for. I am well-placed, and I am on my path. Smiles. *Wink.
PS: As you visit the prayer room, you are free to leave your prayer of worship, thanksgiving, supplication, forgiveness, request, obedience… in the comment box below. Please don’t be shy about submitting. I’ll be here saying amen and praying along.5