It feels a little
bit like an occupational hazard when I sit down to pray, and words just won’t
come. People courageously share their hard, heartbreaking moments with me, and
I open my mouth to pray and suddenly even my broad vocabulary falls short of
meaningful.
Yesterday I walked back and forth
across a room, and when I opened my mouth, the only thing that came out was God.
And then I remembered the words in
Romans 8, where we read that the Spirit intercedes for us with groanings too
deep for words. While I may groan because my words fall short, He groans
because words aren’t deep enough.
It was so comforting in that
moment to be reminded that I don’t have to come up with the words. If I can
think of some, that’s great. If I can’t, He fills in.
Maybe the words show up on
command for you. But if you ever find yourself in a moment where you can’t
muster up anything at all, it’s okay. He fills in.
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