Two of my favorite kids, Kenton and Brock, wanted to get their picture taken. Of course I must comply because I love them, but then strangely, for the pose, they wanted to pray...
What is praying about? Lest you think I don't pray, I do. It's just that I don't know if I really "get it." Why do we think that to be mature we shouldn't use prayers as coins to plug into a slot machine God but then we wonder what to say? I must confess, I am not good at the supplication of the A-C-T-S. Adoration makes perfect sense since God is amazing to me. Contrition is the natural outpouring of my response to the awesome-ness of God...that I see myself to be so not God. Thanksgiving also makes sense-an amazing God is hanging out with the likes of me. But supplication? What can I possibly ask for after the first 3?!
Sometimes the conversation that seems to run between me and God causes me to pause and question my sanity. Who is talking anyway? What difference does praying for rain make? Perhaps someone needs the drought. Andrew Murray in With Christ in the School of Prayer seemed to think it was a cop out to pray for God's will, that to those living in His will, it should be perfectly evident what His will is so just pray for it. Apparently I am not in the spiritual loop.
I don't know what to make of all of it. I just talk to Father. I watch for him. I listen for his voice. As an infant, knowing he is near is soothing, even if I can't really understand what he is saying or make myself clearly understood. I trust that he knows my needs and loves me enough to care for me.
When I look at the whole picture, it isn't about me anyway. It is about this God who graciously loves me, came to me, sought me, forgave me, wants me. To me, that is everything.