look at the picture above-(Thank you to my friend Sarah Mauzy for the picture)
–go on…look at it…the breathe just hanging on the air. The feeling of the chilly wind. The warmth of the horse. The too bright sun that shines through the puff. It is a whisper of air from inside the warm horse that makes the puff hang on the cold air.
A prayer. We sometimes whisper them often. Sometimes, we should whisper them more. The times we spend just begging for help from God. The mind kicks into rhythm and says “what good is it to say a prayer to a god who does not listen”. Maybe we tell ourselves; “why do I do this..I know he does not care about me.” But, we say those prayers anyway. We go on doing the same thing over and over and over again. We secretly hope that something will change.
This is so very, very common. The secret prayer life most people have. People don’t admit this. How could they. Most are too proud. God wants so much more for us.
What He is not, is a shopping center. A bulk store that we can just walk up to and get what we want and leave. Is not the general definition of crazy doing the same thing over and over hoping for different outcome? Then why oh why do we do it with prayer?
Do you want answers? Read the bible!! Most of our answers to questions are all right there. Yet, we choose to not listen to what we hear. We somehow “shovel” it over to someone who “needs” it more then ourselves.
The answer to whispers of prayers are built with a relationship. We have to come to the place that God can listen. What He can’t do is listen to sin. He is holy. He is just.
Whisper those words of “I’m sorry God…will you forgive me?” Those simple words of repentance, are so deep. Genuine understanding that we are sinners will bring about the prayer of sorrow.
How about those whispers of prayer that say “God…I just can’t take it any more, get me out of this, please?”. Oh yes, I have prayed this one often. The world just seems like a dark place. When my beloved passed on I could not breathe without this prayer. My world stopped spinning. The shock of that realization ran so deep within my soul. I said this prayer in so many different ways. Most of the time, I just breathed “help”. God knew who I was talking to. He knows. He hears.
Did God answer? Not in miraculous, cloud capturing, rainbows of color, music pounding, drop everything sudden answer. Nope. Yes, I wanted that miracle to happen. I wanted to have bells and angels signing. Could God have done that, sure, but probably not His “style” (does God have a style? I wonder). God answered in ways that looking back, I can see it. He brought people into my life to help and carry me and my kids when I could not. Food in my fridge, and a roof over our heads, even cars to get us all where we needed to be. Every need, every job, completed. That is how God does it. He leaves nothing out. I even made a few friends and had to say goodbye to some old friends.
Whispers of prayer are a dialog with our Creator. He loves to listen to us. Not as petulant children, but as children who adore their parent. Worship is part of the praying. Recognizing that God is good and He loves His children.
Whispers of prayer show us more of Who God is. It shows us that God is listening. He bends low to hear, raises high to exalt His Kingdom. He is sovereign. He is powerful. He is gentle to those who love Him. He is a good, good father.
If God answered your prayer, would it only change you and your life? Or, would it change someone else’s life, or maybe even the world?
Phil 2:12, 13 (MSG)
What I’m getting at, friends, is that you should simply keep on doing what you’ve done from the beginning. When I was living among you, you lived in responsive obedience. Now that I’m separated from you, keep it up. Better yet, redouble your efforts. Be energetic in your life of salvation, reverent and sensitive before God. That energy is God’s energy, an energy deep within you, God himself willing and working at what will give Him the most pleasure
Whispers of prayer for obedience. Help me to obey You and listen to your word (the bible).
PHOTO CREDIT — my dear friend Sarah Mauzy and her beautiful horse.