Letter 4523

I pray to you each morn, Lord, and this one is no different. The worry of coming days weighs on me, the worry of coming moments.
Am I then to recite a litany of requests? My prayers then become long lists.
Indeed the words do not come, Lord. I seek you, I seek your will, I seek relief. Yet I cannot articulate from what. Will you be deaf to me if all I can muster is a groan?
I draw near to you, you draw near to me. That in itself is relief. We need no words for there to be a channel between us.
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You know what I need whether I can speak it or not. “Lord, help me” is a full prayer.
Lord, help me.
Consider:
Can I try to draw near today?
Reading:
❖ “And prayer is more than an order of words…” — T. S. Eliot, Little Gidding
❖ “The quieter you become inside, the more you will pull back a little and remove yourself from the reactive mode that you are in.” — Ram Dass
❖ “Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered.” — Romans 8:26 (KJV)
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~B.R.



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