Saturday, August 6, 2011
Lessons in Prayer: The Table
It was an enjoyable evening of stories, commiserating, laughing, and caring. Don't we all need that? I always wind up coming away from times like these with a variety of "special somethings." This time there was an expression that one of the Moms shared of something she has with her family on a regular basis. They have an evening called, "Bring It To The Table." I just love that! It's a time set aside most especially for sharing those things that might easily never see the light of day, let alone our family - confessions and confidences given within the safety of the circle of the home's heart.
At the table eyes meet, conversation begins, we are nourished and refreshed. From across our tables conflicts are resolved, accords are agreed upon, issues are debated, lives are knit together.
It made me think of prayer. When you come before God in prayer, do you do this? As I see it, there are two distinct counterparts to the balance of prayer. One is this open, honest, pull it ALL out aspect of our time spent with Him. Really, what is the point of communing with the Almighty if you're just going to play mind games with Him? He already knows what you're hiding behind your back, or tucked away in a drawer, or shoved deep, deep, deep away in a cabinet somewhere so far away that you're not even sure you did it. You did, and He knows. Say the words. Cover your own eyes if you must. But drag it forth and plunk it down. Bring it.
The correlation is the time given to listening. A preliminary caution: if what you hear often sounds very like you, be careful. It probably is. What He has to say will always line up with His word, and many times you will find what He has to say right within its pages! (yes, a little bit of sarcasm there ;D)
Some things we just seem to take eternity to really get, don't we? I don't know how many moments there have been where I have prevailed upon Him with this same routine. (He is so patient.) I come with all my dark worries and troubles, like smashed toys and tattered clothes - I am one of those children who has very little hesitation in spilling all my broken-ness before my Abba. With regret, I unwillingly admit to Him what comes with all this publication of my problems. What is there within these pages that will speak to this mess? I don't really think its there, not this time.
But with a tiny sliver of hope, I turn through the thin sheets, allowing my eyes to fall upon His words to me. And He speaks; in amazing, thrilling directness He responds to me. He knew it all before I even laid it down, and this is what He has to say. I am truly astonished every time. A grateful smile spreads across my face as the knots loosen, replaced by the comfort and assurance I was so hoping would be there despite my doubts.
Don't you know He smiles too.
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