I don't know how to pray. Well, I was actually praying this, or at least telling this to God today. What is prayer anyway? People say, "Just talk to God," but I have no idea what I would say if this God of the universe showed up in my bedroom. Doesn't it say somewhere that His voice is like thunder? A sword is coming out of His mouth? His eyes are like fire? What do you say to a Being that speaks and a world is created?
I have read books and listened to podcasts on prayer. Some discussed just sitting with God, as we really have nothing to offer. Others have suggested talking to Him as a friend. Still others have tried to sell me a "name it and claim it" mentality. One this week contrasted prayer to an infants cry-a natural response to need.
What if I believed God was really going to answer...do I pray like that? Would I pester Him about trivial things like helping me to remember things for a test? Does that kind of stuff really matter? I admit I am glad He doesn't just do everything for which I pray.
And if the Bible is right about God, which I am inclined to believe, shouldn't I be a bit, not terrified, but certainly awed and humbled that He would listen to me? That He would want me to approach Him as His daughter? But then, maybe this is a piece of the puzzle, children are not put off by formality and status.
I know I wrote a whole series on prayer a while back, but I was lying in bed this morning thinking all over again, "Father, I don't know how to pray." So then I just did nothing, but lie there, thinking about Him, letting the enormity of Him envelope the little-ness of me.