My prayer begins in a silent room.
With praise and thanks
For simple things
Breath and sight and the day not promised but delivered.
Consciously I seek to continue in thanksgiving
Not wanting to petition too soon
Not wanting to manipulate
As if that were possible with the Almighty.
Feeling too constrained by my own thoughts
I go to silence
There is safety in silence
My mind surrenders to silence.
I anticipate hearing God
But the thoughts come from within me
They are not mine but God’s
His Spirit within me speaks and my prayer is complete.
Sometimes I wonder why I look skyward
Or bow my head
Or seek God in lofty places
When He has given me his Spirit to live within me.
Amen
Romans 8:26
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