I often write out my morning prayers and actually have volumes of prayer journals written over the years. Many of them are illegible on the pages – names and circumstances scribbled all over as my heart and mind usually race much faster than my fingers.
It’s fun and funny to look back and see how certain prayers were answered, little miracles that manifested in ways I had not imagined; what seemed like enormously heavy burdens (even impossibilities) resolved in beautiful and simple ways.
I laugh imagining God laughing at me and surely thinking that I must be a pest, because I will have sometimes prayed the exact same prayer over and over and OVER again. It’s not as though I think God didn’t hear me the first time; it’s more of my own incessant need to persist until I have realized an answer, and sometimes the answer is that there needs to be a change in me.
As I’m praying for others, I’ll often stop for a second and send a quick text: “I’m thinking of you today; I’m praying for you; I love you.” It’s a way of being in solidarity with them and their circumstance. “You are on my mind; you are in my heart.”
Needless to say, these short messages are always received with welcome and appreciation. It’s nice to know that someone is praying for us and praying with us, isn’t it? I try to honor every prayer request and always feel blessed when someone tells me that they are praying for me, partnering with me on things that matter. It makes me even more grateful for the journey we share.
Dear friend, today I want you to know that I am praying for you. You are on my mind and in my heart. You are not alone. I encourage you to also make a practice of praying for others, especially when they ask. Pray for me and our work in this world. You might be surprised at the difference it makes.
Grace and peace,