This is a place where God pours words into my heart and through my fingertips. A place where I lay my soul bare, naked and exposed for all to see.
A place where, in all my human-ness and brokenness and neediness, I share my struggles in my walk with God. A place where I pray you will be encouraged and feel less alone in your own struggles.
A place where I pray you will find hope and peace. And Light. The Light of The One who loves us most. Who loved us to The Cross and beyond. As I have.
I look at this dandelion with seed heads blowing in the wind and I see my prayer life. What seems like a thousand and one countless needs to lay before God. Scattering about on the breeze.
My husband leaves for work. All is quiet inside the house. I focus on the roosters I hear crowing. The sound of birds waking to the day. A soft peaceful wind blowing across our little ridge. Mourning doves singing their mournful sound. The sun just beginning to wink at me from behind the trees.
“But I cry to you for help, Lord; in the morning my prayer comes before you.” Psalm 88:13 NIV
It’s a beautiful peaceful place to sit in the presence of The Lord. The perfect setting to lay it all bare before Him.
So many times when I was in a busy season of life, I would often think if I just had a setting as perfect as this I wouldn’t loose my place in my prayers. My thoughts wouldn’t scatter a thousand different ways like the seed heads on the dandelion.
Confessing sin, pouring out and begging for Him to pour in. Begging to be thrilled by His Word. Delighted in His Presence.
It all sounds so good. So right. So spiritual. Religious. Obnoxiously righteous even, If I were honest.
I would not be distracted in this time. Not distracted in His Presence.
Yet I usually am.
I’m betting you experience the same.
I’m praying for salvation for those near and dear to me, healing, protection…oops I need to lay the chicken out to defrost. Moving on to naming our children and grandchildren, praying for each home, each marriage, each precious life…do I have the barbecue sauce I need for the chicken.
Healing where there is sickness. Hearts to be tendered, drawn to Him…must remember to call in our refills to the pharmacy. Oh let me put coffee on the grocery list now before I forget.
And on and on it goes.
There was a time when I (pridefully) offered up my prayers in such an organized manner, my quiet time so orchestrated, it bordered on legalism.
My life so hurried, it was as if I was ordering up His Presence through a drive-thru window.
God has taught me much through my scattered and tattered offerings.
Need~a neediness so deep for Him, I pray I will never get enough of Him.
Mercy. It’s only a merciful God that can and will gather up our scatteredness as He gathers the wind and the sea.
To be. Just be. Before Him I only need to be me. There is freedom in this.
To slow down.
Savor the tattered-ness as an opportunity for The Great Physician to stitch me up. Kiss my wounds. Heal my heartaches.
“You have searched me, Lord, and you know me.” (Psalm 139:1)…you know my thoughts are scattered in this crazy, muddled up mind of mine. My tattered prayers offered up through a maze of distractions.
“…he turned to me and heard my cry.” (Psalm 40:1b)
And yet He still hears. Scattered and tattered, He still hears! Still speaks softly into my soul. Cradles me in his hands.
And He will do the same for you!
For His unfailing love is wonderful.
His mercy plentiful.
“Do not withhold your mercy from me, Lord; may your love and faithfulness always protect me.” Psalm 40:11 NIV
Graced by God