Working as a medical secretary in a busy family practice gives me many opportunities to listen to flustered patients who need to wait to see the doctor. After battling the frustration of busy signals and answering services, they finally get a person that will schedule the space for them to be seen and heard by the good doctor.
I’m grateful to know that’s not the way God runs heaven. Although He is almighty, He is absolutely available. It seems too good to be true that we have immediate access to the holy ear of heaven. We can be heard and seen at the bow of our head, with certainty that we won’t be rushed through our “appointment”.
When you pray, do you believe God hears you and cares?
Many times, I felt as though my prayers fell upon only my ears. After talking with others, I found this was not horrible for me to admit. We have all felt this way at one time or another. The Bible tells of those who experienced the “dark night of soul” during silent times. He understands when we mumble pathetic little prayers like “help!” or “when?”
I have experienced the power of prayer and what God can do when we believe in what we ask can actually happen. But, what if it doesn’t? It’s then that we can know it doesn’t make Him any less God . . . or good. It reminds us that His way is always the answer. We never seem to get that at the time, only later in hindsight.
The Father bends low to listen to the familiar voice of His child, the cherished one who has His full attention. He is not a distant deity.
Where prayer is, God is. He is waiting to have deep communion. No busy signals, no appointment necessary!
We don’t always know what to pray. The book of Hebrews tells us that we have a High Priest who intercedes for us. One seated on the right side of Majesty who removes the weeds from our prayer to present a fragrant bouquet before the Father on our behalf.
A wise lady once taught me something about gratitude prayer. She shared, one day she left her home rather abruptly after having words with her husband. In that particular moment she didn’t feel much like praying or being thankful. She wanted to hold on to the anger. She soon felt God prompting her to start small and be thankful for only the trees she was passing. Reluctantly, she thanked him for each tree lining the winding lane. Before her short journey came to an end, she paused and gazed high at one magnificent tree and said softly, “Father, thank you . . . for the trees.”
God is not too busy with the billions. No calendar or appointment book can keep us from Him. So, pull up a sacred space and start small. Focus on the blessings. Read a Psalm a day and turn it into a prayer, your voice to the Father’s hearing ear. And then, listen.
He hears our cry aloud or unspoken. Mark 11:24