Today is Sunday. Today is sacred, holy, magnificent. Sundays always seem to be a day where my heart softens just a bit more, relaxing with each hymn we sing at church, each hug I give & receive from church family, each moment of connection we cannot have the same exact way again, and I remain fragile all day. Some days I cling to that feeling of openness to the world, where I see joy and beauty everywhere- in each laugh, each kiss and every tear. I cling to Jesus throughout the day, because my heart is better with Him than without Him. But today, Sunday, I realize that it is so uncomfortable and hard at times to allow myself to be fragile and most of all- not everyone feels this way on Sundays.
My prayer life has evolved as I have become more rooted in such a loving God. At times, though, when my depression seems so great and my anxiety consumes my heart, I try to call out to God. But I fall silent. And I feel weak, ashamed that I cannot put my hurt into words to my Father who calls me Beloved. I have been struggling with this most recently, and it’s at these times that I am most vulnerable, yearning for Him to draw near to me. However, maybe I need to allow myself to draw nearer to Him, coming to His feet with empty hands and aching heart. Because God has never moved. But that is SO hard to remember.
I always feel that I need to give ALL of my heart and ALL of my hands out to God when I pray. Just thinking about it, preparing for this lavish, thought-out, deep conversation with God causes me to already think that it will not be enough, that I will not be enough for Him. I said it. Whew. But. I want to think that maybe God is just calling me to start, to begin, to take that next step to be closer to Him. If that means I close my eyes and take a deep breath while looking at the mountains in the distance from my porch, then maybe that is praying and being in relationship with God. Maybe I don’t need to sing every line of every hymn with exuberant voice, but maybe a soft whisper or a hum allows me to still be in relationship, in worship with God. Maybe a prayer of “please help me” is just what God needs to hear. Because God knows my heart- even more than I do. And I need to understand that these tiny steps of gratefulness, of worship, these tiny seconds or minutes with God is being in relationship with Him, still.
Romans 8:26-28– Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God’s Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don’t know how or what to pray, it doesn’t matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans. He knows us far better than we know ourselves, knows our pregnant condition, and keeps us present before God. That’s why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good.
On Sundays, everyday, I want to feel more open. I want to try to remain fragile so I can be closer to God. I want to continue to be intimate in my prayer life- through the short “thank you” prayers and the long “I need you now” prayers. And I want to begin anew each day, each and every sunrise, because God wants to see me grow. And He knows my heart. He can make Beauty from these Ashes.
xo.