Crushing news from a dear friend came across the wire and I was consumed by the fog that pressed against my ribs. I prayed my shuddered breath would allow her to breathe if just for a moment. The hard road I thought I was walking faded into nothing except embarrassment that my challenges mattered at all. I had no words.
Unusual, because I often have too many, spilling out with the fresh taste of shoe leather on my tongue. I flipped though my rolodex of things I had read and landed on Mark Batterson, in his book The Circle Maker, where he wrote:
Bold prayers honor God, and God honors bold prayers. God isn’t offended by your biggest dreams or boldest prayers. He is offended by anything less.
It takes a really Big God to answer really big prayers. It is good we have a really Big God, because we do have really big prayers. But again:
No Words
In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit Himself intercedes for us through wordless groans. And He who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for God’s people in accordance with the will of God. Romans 8:26-27
Lord Jesus …………………………
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