One thing in my life that I think has been thriving in its own awkward way is prayer. I say awkward because it's a daily, clumsy struggle, but thriving because I've noticeably grown.
I've learned over the years that even though talking with people about what's troubling me can be therapeutic and at times directly helpful, there's only so much communication that can be done with our limited understanding. We can't make sense of ourselves half the time, so we can hardly expect others to do so. What's more, people aren't without their limits of patience. They'll eventually become frustrated, especially toward a person who's inconsolable or beyond their ability to help.
In contrast, God is always there, always listening, and never impatient. Most profoundly, He does understand us and our entire situation, even when we don't. That's been reassuring in ways that only a few months ago I wouldn't have even imagined. The option to turn to God when I just want to be understood by someone is comforting. Even if, when I'm on my knees, all I can do is be silent, sob unreservedly, or just tell God that I'm hurt, confused, and even mad at Him.
My latest reflections on prayer have led me to a conclusion about its sheer importance. And it's not about getting the answers that we want for our requests. While that happens sometimes, I feel like a lot of people miss the point entirely and see petitioning as a way to get wishes granted. In truth, our prayer should be focused entirely on open acknowledgment of how utterly we must rely on God. This form of complete surrender should be our humble approach behind all of the times that we turn to Him for anything.
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