Sometimes, prayer is a very destitute place. You’re alone in prayer. It’s just you and your Jesus, so you have to get to a place where you find comfort in communication with Jesus.
I remember when I was younger, prayer was not something I was comfortable with. At the time, my aim was not comfortability. It was very apparent to me back then that prayer was not something I wanted to spend my time doing. It’s amazing how things change. These days, while in prayer, I just want to stay there. I just want to find my peace and comfort and being in that safe place. That place where it’s just me and my Jesus. That place where He loves me like no other. In prayer, I can’t even harm myself, so how I long to live life in prayer these days. Haha. Funny how things change.
Prayer is beauty. It is a beautiful resting place of sincerity, honesty and transparency. I think that’s another reason why I love it so much. I love being true to me and letting it all out to hang like dreary drabs on God’s altar. I love that about prayer. That release. That let go. That … whatever I had, I’m not going to keep it syndrome that leaves you feeling light as a feather when you up yourself from sitting at the feet of The Father.