How God is teaching me He gives all we need, even for prayer and conversation with Him:
Early morning. Groggy from too little sleep, I stumble around the kitchen, stupid.
I pour myself some blessed coffee, and still bleary-eyed, climb the mountain of steps the stairway’s become, settle into my nook.
I need help just waking up!
Call on God!
I even need help with that!
Scanning Call-on-God Psalm verses… What “resonates”? …
Umm. Psalm 121 speaks to me, because it reminds me God never gets sleepy!
But, that’s not a call…
Aha! Here it is! I start reading aloud… and the words become prayer — for just what I need:“Give ear, O Shepherd of Israel… Let Your hand be upon the (wo)man of your right hand, Upon the (one) You make strong for Yourself. Then I will not turn back from You. Revive (me) and (I) will call upon your name” (Ps 80:1,17-18).
Memory verse cards for Psalm 95 lie right at hand. I scoop them up and read their words, aloud…
and find in them an excellent set of prayer guidelines:“O come, let us sing unto the LORD: Let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation. Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, and make a joyful noise unto him with psalms. “For the LORD [is] a great God, and a great King above all gods. In his hand [are] the deep places of the earth: the strength of the hills [is] his also. The sea [is] his, and he made it: and his hands formed the dry [land]. O come, let us worship and bow down: let us kneel before the LORD our maker…”
So. sing. What shall I sing?
Into my mind comes,“Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of Creation. O my soul praise Him, for He is thy health and salvation…”
And its words make me think Psalm 103. I turn to it“Bless the LORD, O my soul, And all that is within me, bless His holy name. Bless the LORD, O my soul, And forget not all His benefits…”
And the words, His words, awaken my spirit, lift and draw my soul to Him in gratitude and praise, as my coffee is waking my body…
But no, that’s hardly true! For the mug sits here beside me, still near full!
Alert now, I tune my heart to hear His words, hear Him, through His scriptures — or messengers — asking, “What do You have to say to me today?”
I “happen to” pick up an ABS booklet lying on the trunk here by my chair, open it to May 24 (because it’s mid-book), and read,
“Heavenly Father, You are the hope of all who seek You, the joy of all who find You. I bow before You.”
Then I read on… a commentary on Romans 11:1-10, about how God kept a remnant of His people during Elijah’s time, but as for the bulk of the nation who pursued idols instead of Him…
“God honored their idolatrous choices by giving them over to, and making them [like] the very image of the gods they worshiped. They became as sleepy, blind, and deaf, as the lifeless images themselves…”
Yes, prayer begun with a call becomes a conversation, with the very God of gods!
Is it not His Spirit that does this? Himself at work in even a fallible and fumbling, initially sleepy heart, now wide awake.
My coffee sits cold in its mug.