True Story. I’m at a friend’s condo in the desert. I needed to get away from my home that is begging me to put away the Christmas decorations, clean out the garage and watch four more documentaries on the big ol’ TV.
Here I am to write talks, pray, listen to God, and lean into leading our women’s ministry. But most of yesterday was consumed with re-writing and re-writing and waking up at 5am to re-write again the study guide for this session of Women’s Bible Study.
Apparently, I’ve been a little distracted, but at least I’m not rearranging my dish towels.
In the midst of all the re-writing I knew I just needed to put the book aside and do the thing I most wanted to do in this ridiculously quite desert palace. I wanted to pray. I needed to pray. But prayer wasn’t happening. I tried praying through lists of our leaders. I tried praying for our church. I tried being quiet, you know, to hear God speak. I tried walking around and praying out loud. Honestly, I was bored, tired, hungry, distracted and frustrated. I was not praying.
And then I sat down and said, “Jesus, seriously, teach me to pray.”
And the non-audible nudge of the Spirit said, “Good grief. You’ve spent an entire day re-writing a study on praying the Psalms and your primary point is that we need the Psalms to teach us to pray and to hear the voice of God through his word.” Truth.
So, I grabbed the list of psalms in the study guide and began to pray – slowly, deliberately, and passionately. I need the Psalms. I need them to focus my mind. I need them to ignite my heart. I need them to help me begin the conversation with God’s word, not my word.
I pray (truly) that you find this little guide helpful in your own journey of prayer.