Some people dread praying aloud like a cat dreads a bath.
You say you can relate? When it comes time for closing prayer you hyper-ventilate? Suddenly decide you need to go to the bathroom? Get a case of laryngitis?
Me? Like it or not, I’ve been doing it for a long time. Occupational hazard.
So I’ve gotten at least fairly ok at the “lifting ups” and the “if it’s your wills” and words like “grace and mercy”.
My out loud prayers are kind of like business letters all proper and punctuated, politically correct and polite.
But my real prayers? They sound more like David’s prayers of desperation than Mary’s Magnificat.
My “real” prayers sound like:
“Helpmehelpmehelpme! Oh, look! There’s a bird!”
Or like a letter from a kid at camp home to his parents:
My “camp letter” to God might sound more like…
Dear Mom and Dad, (or God)
I have to write this to get chicken dinner tonight. (or, I have to pray so I can say I prayed cuz I’m a Christian and it’s kind of expected)
It’s really hot here and I’m out of underwear, and send snacks. (or, It’s about me, and it’s about Me, and it’s about ME!)
Laura (or, Amen)
But here’s what I’m thinking. As a parent, any communication from my kids is golden. I don’t care what they say, I just want them talking to me.
And as a parent, I know they’re kids. They’re not going to talk like me or think like me, or always remember their manners.
Yeah, I want them to know me, to trust me, to obey me, to ask my opinion, but they’re kids, and if they’re talking to me that’s a start!
What do your “real” prayers sound like?