““And when you pray, you shall not be like the hypocrites. For they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the corners of the streets, that they may be seen by men. Assuredly, I say to you, they have their reward. But you, when you pray, go into your room, and when you have shut your door, pray to your Father who is in the secret place; and your Father who sees in secret will reward you openly. And when you pray, do not use vain repetitions as the heathen do. For they think that they will be heard for their many words. “Therefore do not be like them. For your Father knows the things you have need of before you ask Him.”
Matthew 6:5-8 NKJV
I find that prayer is a very humbling experience. When I enter in, I am reminded that the access I have to God was paid for by Jesus Christ on the cross. He came and died for my sins, and made a way for someone as lowly as me to enter into the Holy of Holies. I am also reminded that He did this for countless others, that they be able to approach God and not die. We who pray had nothing to do with gaining that access. I, in myself am not holy, not pure, and flawed to the extreme. Only by the sinless Jesus can my prayers be heard.
There was a time when I tried to do pious prayers, full of pomp and circumstance, filled with many words and lingo. I was more concerned with those around me who heard me than God. There came a time when my prayers became anguished cries of desperation, as dire circumstances surrounded me. I learned to speak to the Lord, to approach Him as a child crying out to an all loving parent.
I learned that my great God heard my heart cries, the wordless utterances of my need, long before breath pushed forth words. It changed how I viewed God, and filled me with the assurance and security in knowing that He knew me. Prayer for me know is a conversation, as He works through His word, worship, connection and experience to refine me and develop me into a servant that He can use.
I approach the throne frequently, for the needs of others. I am amazed as the Lord brings to mind things about those that I am praying for that I could not possibly know. It is proof to me that He knows what we need. I pray with confidence, as I know that the Holy Spirit is taking my prayers and preparing them for the Father. Jesus is also praying with and for me.
I love the quiet of my prayer chair, my lift recliner. It is far more comfortable than the prayer chair I used at the dialysis center where this all began. God visits me in the midst of my time with Him, and I am filled with joy.
Brothers and sisters, we need to pray. I have found that going to the Lord and lifting up others has taken me out of my own head and brought light into my darkness. He has given me a desire and concern for others. I can say that I would not have the empathy without Him. In these perilous times, many are suffering quietly, needing prayer, but too bound up by pride to ask. That is the work of the devil to deceive us into thinking that we have control of our situations, that we can “handle it.” I for one, cannot.
Find that quiet place, that prayer closet, where you can get alone and pray. It can be the car in the garage, the pantry, or even the bathroom. I found that my sound cancelling headphones I used at the center were perfect for shutting out all the noises and the din of whiring machines.
God hears our prayers. Sometimes the shortest ones are the most effective. “Jesus save me!” is one that He hears and acts on quickly. You who do not know the Lord can call upon Him day or night and He will save you from your sins. He is waiting to hear that prayer.
“Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.”
Philippians 4:6-7 NKJV
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