Prayer.

Prayer.
Is the act of speaking and listening to God.
It is an act that is not easy.
It cost us something.
Every time.
Our pride.
Our honesty.
Our whole being.
It is acknowledging that we are living in the throne room of God.
It is a scary thing.
God is not predictable.
But he is Good.
In his throne room.
My mind is blown
My heart is humbled
My lips tremble
And my eyes weep
My stomach is nervous
Not because God hates what I have done.
But because he has/does/will love me.
I am filled with light.
After the very long dark.
He is the dawn.
That comes after every night.
In his throne room
He is not sitting.
He is standing
Face to Face
With me
His heart is broken, because mine is.
His eyes are weeping, because mine are.
Though I am not worthy.
He calls me righteous
He calls me friend
He calls me.
And every time I didn’t listen
He didn’t give up.

How do you begin, to speak to the creator of the universe?
What words can we use to describe
his mercy/grace/justice/righteousness
Holy, holy, holy
Is the Lord
Who was
And is
And is to come.
In my prayer.
Although my heart is aching
I encounter peace.
I encounter hope.
I embrace forgiveness.
I rest in mercy.
I am inspired but his creation
I am renewed by his spirit.
I am led by his son.

This is my prayer.

Our father
Who is in heaven
Hallowed be your name
Your kingdom come
Your will be done
On Earth
As it is in heaven
Give us today
Our daily bread
And forgive us of our sins
As we forgive those who sin against us
Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil.
For yours is the kingdom, the power and the glory
For ever and ever
Amen.