“Abba, I’m done.”
Those three words made up the most genuine prayer I’d prayed in years.
When it comes to praying, however, I’m frequently at a loss for words. I sometimes use prayer books, borrowing the petitions of others. Then, of course, there are the moments I forget to check in with God at all.
Scripture journaling helps focus my mind but does little to guide my prayer time. Trying to write prayers for others just becomes a list of names. “Please be with her, and him, and let’s not forget them. Can you just please be with everyone I love?”
When I’m at the end of myself, however, I find myself praying earnestly from the depths of my heart. Yet these prayers are almost always comprised of only a few short words.