Sounds like a prayer to me

Jason Nelson

Lord, I don’t even know where to begin. I’m not sure how it all started or how to pick up the pieces of my messed-up life. I’m too tired to think, too stumped to put it into words.

Child, that sounds like a prayer to me. I hear it with my Spirit. I will do immeasurably more than you ask or imagine.

Lord, I want to come to you, but when I get on my knees, I should at least be able to start a conversation and offer you some suggestions for getting me out of this situation. That’s how I did it last time. But I’m coming up empty. That’s what I am—empty.

Child, that sounds like a prayer to me. I hear it with my Spirit. I will do immeasurably more than you ask or imagine.

Lord, maybe if I could cry or scream I would let off some steam and you would understand my frustration. That could be a starting point. You could take it from there. But all I have for you are these pathetic sighs.

Child, that sounds like a prayer to me. I hear it with my Spirit. I will do immeasurably more than you ask or imagine. This is how I know.

“The Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words” (Romans 8:26 ESV).

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