Sunday Sentiments: Finding Old Prayers

 

Ryan and I spent part of yesterday working on some little projects around the house. We hung up some curtains for closet doors (yay!) and I finally made new labels for the storage cubes. (Most used to hold office supplies, but now they hold hair and laundry supplies, so the labels were quite confusing.)

            I decided, since I had the time to do so, I would also clean out a file cabinet drawer, so I could throw away things I no longer needed and make room for things that did need a home. It was such a satisfying project, and I am so glad I took the time to do it.

            I am also glad I found stacks of prayers I wrote years ago. I haven’t read them yet, but I pulled them out and put them aside to look at on another day when I have another stretch of time.

            The whole process of writing out prayers has been a practice for me since I was in my very early twenties. Sometimes I look back at the prayers and roll my eyes at my own dramatics. Oh, the things that threatened to undo me back in those days. Sweet Baby Bekah. She had no idea all the prayers ahead of her!

            But what I love most about those prayers is that they represent the center of my heart. Even if the things that mattered to me most then would end up being insignificant in the grand scheme of life, they were still significant on the day I prayed about them. Even if no one else ever finds them important or meaningful, they were both to me on that day. And God was kind to hear my words and comfort my heart.

            He’ll be just as kind today with the things that matter to me now. And one of these days, I’ll run across those written prayers and will be glad I took time to document them.

            I hope you write prayers now and then. Maybe not every day, but I hope you do it sometimes. It is a chronicle of your faith journey, and it matters!