A Broken Heart
You know, sometimes I really struggle in prayer. I don’t always feel like my words have validity, and so I feel disconnected. I may go through the motions anyway, but I don’t always feel that God wants to hear what I have to say at the moment. As a result, it’s difficult to pray on others’ behalf, let alone for myself.
And at those times when I don’t feel connected to God, I’m typically in a place where I’ll decide to come back whenI’m ready.
But I’ll never be ready if I’m without humility. Being humble before God is a key component to our relationship. If I act casually towards the Throne of God — even though he’s given me permission to approach him, even address him so personally — then I clearly don’t understand where I am.
I must be conscious of my sin — however great or small I may see it to be — and confess it all freely before God before I dare to approach his throne. I must acknowledge my sins, and have a broken and contrite heart. Only then can Christ’s redemptive power cleanse and purify me. Only then am I in a position to approach the throne.
This is the same place of brokenness I found myself 13 years ago: at the foot of the cross of Jesus. I must return there each and every time I decide to have a heart-to-heart with him. Because, only there, looking up at the cross of Christ, am I aware of the beautiful and awesome power of God’s love.
Only then, only there do I remember. Only there do I remember who and where I once was. And it’s there that I am welled-up and overwhelmed. It’s there that all my cares fall away, and all I want is to worship and serve God.
And that’s when I’m ready to pray.