I have always been terrible at praying.
I forget.
My mind wanders.
I don't pray enough.
I don't understand what prayer is
Or what prayer does.
If prayers were school...
I would flunk praying.
But prayer isn't school...
It is mystery.
Maybe the mystery is...
Jesus loves terrible prayers.
Maybe...
When I can't think of anything to say, He says what I can't say.
When I talk too much, He cherishes my too-many words.
When I fall asleep, He holds me in His lap and caresses my weary soul.
When I am overwhelmed with guilt at my inconsistent, inadequate praying
He whispers, "Your name is always on my lips."
I am filled with gratitude, my soul overflows with thankfulness and I...
I...find myself saying over and over again, "Thank You."
Praying the mystery.
-Mike Yaconelli
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