Ben and I went to choir rehearsal tonight. We are going to try to make it through Christmas music. We have permission to stay seated. We are both such "old folks" we need the rest! At the end of rehearsal, the director asked if any of us needed prayer. I never by pass an opportunity to be prayed for so I went forward. When they prayed for me, I couldn't pray. I found no words. I just cried a little. But no words, no voice. I felt like I was prayed out. There was nothing new to say except "Jesus, Jesus." I glad that He knows what's in my heart because I couldn't make anything come out of my mouth.
I think our prayers sometimes are either "cut and dried" or they are formulaic. We say the right words maybe for the wrong reason. We beat our breast in the marketplace just a little bit louder and just a little bit longer than the pilgrim next to us when all we need to say is, "Jesus, Jesus."
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