Every morning my husband will approach me and ask to have a prayer together, usually before we leave the bedroom. But yesterday he grabbed in me in the kitchen while I was chopping vegetables. I paused, and he prayed over me and my family. My eyes had been teary from cutting the onions but now I realized true tears were coming out.
The moment was so touching. I took a second to ask myself why is this prayer making me emotional? It wasn’t that we were praying over any difficult situation. No, it was just the simple prayer itself.
What I realized is how I’ve struggled for my whole life with rote prayers—quickly rattled off prayers just because it’s morning or just because it’s bedtime, without really thinking much of what we were saying. Without sharing any real concerns or making any real appeals for Divine support.
A lifetime of longing for something more heartfelt. A lifetime of feeling religiously disconnected.
Our prayers now are raw and real. We talk to God like we talk to a friend. We talk informally and with familiarity. We talk over everything on our heart, but focus on giving God praise and assurance of our trust. We give him our will and entrust our concerns to Him.
It’s very sweet to hear my husband doing this. I’m so glad he makes prayer with me a priority twice a day. We are going through a major transition, and prayer has been our lifeline. I can’t imagine living life without talking everything through with my Father. This year we have learned to share even more with Him, and offer our very hearts and lives to Him like never before.
All I Possess 