Sometimes I feel like I'm running out of words to pray. Not because I think God doesn't hear me or because I think I need to say certain words. But because I've been praying the same things for the last 3 months. I know God doesn't get tired of me coming to him with the same things over and over, but still, I've found myself running out of words lately. Those moments when I just can't put thoughts together anymore. There have been moments where my prayer just consists of "Jesus, please." Those moments are when my heart is just completely overwhelmed with everything that is going on.
And in those moments I'm so thankful that God can see my heart and my brokenness and can put the words together that I can't.
Because "Jesus, please." gets the point across just as well as the much longer prayers I've prayed lately. Sometimes I think it gets the point across even better. Because that's the moment that I have nothing else left. The moment I come completely to the end of myself. The moment where I'm open to letting Jesus do whatever it takes.
And that's a really good place to be.
I haven't seen that miracle yet. I might never see these specific prayers answered the way I want.
But I know. I know God hears me. I know he sees the hurt and the pain my heart has been in for the last 3 months. I know he cares. And I know he has a plan.
And so, I'll keep praying and keep trusting and keep hoping for this specific miracle until God tells me step back.
"...when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I." Psalm 61:2b