Liquid Prayers

In this season, my morning prayer and journaling time has looked a lot like this. Yesterday, someone said to me “You make carrying the world look so effortless. You always seem to have it all figured out.” But if I’m honest, it’s far from effortless and this is only the beginning. Ironically, my prayer time hasn’t been full of words lately. They are moments of release where oceans leap from my eyes to speak what I cannot. If my tears could speak they would say “God, what is this? I don’t see Your hand in this and I don’t know what You’re doing. I honestly don’t know what I’m doing. This doesn’t feel good. Where are You taking me? I don’t know how much longer I can take all of this. Do You even hear me?”

But I’ve lived long enough to understand that when life shows itself to be a little less comfortable, it’s because God is conditioning and preparing you for a greater assignment. So in this season, while my heart, my hands and my eyes are full, I’ll surrender with patience and composure to the weight that’s making me greater. And trust God enough to believe that His spirit will attend to the sound of my heart’s cry and speak up on my behalf. 

Sometimes we’re so overwhelmed that we don’t know what to pray for. But thankfully, when we don’t even have the words to pray, the spirit can speak for us. 

-Romans 8:24-28 (Brittaney and AMPC version)