After losing Olivia, I found myself conflicted about prayer. Why pray? God will do what He will do. I spent quite a few months praying with half a heart, going through the motions, moving my lips to words my heart was not saying.
I too had been taught the ACTS acronym about prayer. I had been at a Bible study where we were instructed to evaluate how we were doing in each of the ‘acts’. Am I spending enough time adoring? How about confessing?Thanksgiving? Too much time on the supplication part? My prayer at this time in my life was one word. Help.
It came to me one day, God-sent, if you will, that maybe I was looking at this prayer thing wrong. And where better to learn how to pray again than from the Master. So I began praying the Lord’s Prayer. I often pray this way on my morning run. I remember hearing my mother sing the Lord’s Prayer. I am not a great singer but I sing quietly as I run along.
Our Father, who art in heaven…. Literally, Abba. Dad. He is not far away; He’s close. He is my loving, just, kind, all powerful good Dad.
Hallowed be thy name….Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty. Early in the morning my song shall rise to thee.
Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Not that I would grit my teeth and pray for your will, but that I will welcome your will and see it as good.
Give us this day our daily bread. Please provide what I need today.
And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. I am thinking any grudges I have held or hurt feelings I have had are out of here. Letting go.
Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. I know only you can keep me safe in this world.
For THINE is the kingdom, and the power and the glory forever…. Here as I run, I raise my face to the sky and my arms go up of their own volition. I smile and sometimes a tear finds its way down my face. I let my worn out voice sing out. The majesty. The power. The glory. The everything. It is all his and for all time.
Prayer is so much more organic than a list of requests or a four word formula. I am talking to my father and my God and I am refreshed and encouraged. It has taken time but He has comforted me in my sorrow and turned my confusion into confidence in him and his word.
Thank you, dear God.
By Viv Walden