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When People Say They’ll Pray for You

I am imagining a couple of different scenarios.

In the first scenario, I have poured my heart out to someone. Something worries, troubles, or afflicts me, and I vulnerably divulge those burdens. And the person on the receiving end says, “I’ll pray for you.”  This response is often genuine. But sometimes it’s not. Sometimes it’s the easy way out. Truthfully, it is easier to tell me that you will pray for me than it is to walk or talk with me through pain.  Sometimes this response is a way to absolve them of their communal responsibility to respond to my needs, to carry burdens, to be present.

In the second scenario, someone who knows very little about me tells me they will pray for me. This, too, is often genuine (and appreciated). But why does the person feel the need vocalize their intent to pray for me? I think, in this case,the “I’ll pray for you” response may be marshaled as a means to gain greater access to me. Perhaps it is vocalized not to reveal their prayer intentions but their relational intentions. In other words, “I care about you” or “I want to be involved in your life.” So the relational desire is cloaked in spiritual language.

So, what to make of this?

I don’t throw these scenarios out as criticisms. I generally appreciate when people tell me they will pray for me (whether they actually do or not). I contemplate these scenarios because I think there is more to the utterance than what we interpret at face-value. There is more to it than simply revealing one’s prayer intentions. Isn’t it possible that “I’ll pray for you” is actually a rhetorical move to dodge the responsibility of doing the gritty community?  Isn’t it also possible that “I’ll pray for you” is actually a rhetorical move to attempt to foster a greater sense of connectedness?


How Did You Learn to Pray?

No, really, how did you?

Did you imitate how you heard others pray?
Did you follow a formula, like ACTS (Adoration, Confession, Thanksgiving, Supplication)?
Did you use standard, written prayers like from the Book of Common Prayer?
Did you  repeat after someone as they prayed?

Do you pray differently than when you first started praying?


Little Rubber Balls

“This is metered parking.”
“But I think it’s free on weekends and holidays.”
“Oh okay, ” I said, checking the other cars’ dashboards for parking receipts.

We go downtown so infrequently that we do not know simple things like where to park and how much to pay (or not pay).  Yesterday, my father and I drove down to Centennial Olympic Park to meet up with one of his cousins.  This was my first time meeting him. While we sat waiting on some concrete steps,  I asked my dad to describe him.
“Bald, wears glasses, kind of short. Looks like a white guy, but he’s not.”

When we finally spotted each other in the park, he greeted us warmly. He had come with his wife and stepdaughter.  Conversation was awkward at first. We talked about the weather, which is what strangers do. I guess we had to start somewhere.  But conversation picked up, and we hopped from topic to topic like frogs on lily pads.  He gave me some networking tips and some ideas for creatively moving in the direction I want to go in my life.  And though I tire of job/life advice, I graciously received it.  And then he said, “I don’t know if you are into the Word at all, but take it to the Lord. He will reveal to you what you need to do.”

How cliché.  Yet, it seemed so genuine and so sage in that moment. So I received that too.
He continued, “I’m sure you’re wondering what all of this is about that you’re going through. Like, ‘Oh man! This is all over the place. What is going on?!’ But God is doing something. Just gotta go to Him about it.”

Cynic that I am, I usually let this kind of encouragement bounce off of me like little rubber balls of unrealistic advice. I have prayed my heart out seeking direction from God!  And I feel more disoriented than I did when I started praying.

But for whatever reason, his words found their way to my heart.  And no matter how hard and confusing life is right now, no matter how silent God seems, the answer is still to GO to Him.  Go to Him.


I’m a Liar

I’ve been lying to God. Straight to His unseen face.

I’ve been telling Him I trust Him. But I don’t. And today He proved me a liar. Tenderly.

“Praise be to God, who has not rejected my prayer or withheld his love from me!” (Psalm 66:20, NIV)

I read this verse this morning, and it snapped me in half. So I put cream and sugar and tears in my coffee and told the truth.

I have trusted Him to meet my needs but not my dreams. I DO feel like my prayers have been rejected. I DO feel like love has been withheld. These days I’m afraid to trust God with the deepest desires of my heart, ’cause I don’t know how much more disappointment I can take.

I didn’t tell God anything He didn’t already know…but at least I told the truth.


I Forget to Ask Easy Questions

It occurred to me that I haven’t even asked God what I
should do. I’ve just been asking Him to do things. Sometimes I am
so silly. I miss some pretty obvious things.


On Not Getting What I Prayed For…

At this time two years ago, I was finishing my first semester of graduate school.

More than two years ago, I began praying for a job for after grad school.  I prayed consistently, fervently, with my whole heart and with much hope.  And now…

Now I am finishing my first semester teaching as faculty. My one-semester contract  will be over in two weeks. My apartment lease will expire on the 31st.  I should be excited. I should be getting ready to move for the next great leap in my life.  Instead, I am preparing to move back to my parents’ home because I have no job lined up, nowhere to go, and not enough money to stay here without a job.

I am discouraged. Frustrated. I feel like I am moving backwards. Losing everything. Failing. Disappointed. Confused.  And so I’ve got questions…

God, did all those prayers not even matter?
God, do the desires of my heart not matter at all?
God, are you punishing me?
God, have my sins kept you from blessing me?
God, why are other people succeeding?
God, are you still helping me?

I’ve got questions.

Truthfully, I was afraid that this would happen. That I would pray for something I desperately wanted and not get it.  And then I’d have all kinds of beef with God about it.  And I know I don’t deserve anything I’ve asked God for…but has this ever been about what I deserve??

This semester has been amazing. I’ve had the chance to live my dream of teaching at a university!  And I’ve had the chance to impact so many students. Is it over? Is it time for a new dream to chase?  How has something so amazing become so painful?  The past few years have been wild. I’ve experienced incredible intimacy with God. And I’ve also fallen hard and fast away from Him. I’ve heard Him loud and clear. And I’ve also wondered if He would ever speak to me again. This has been a season of learning how to walk with God when I can’t see, feel, or hear him.  Learning about His ‘absence’.  Learning about His silence. No. Wait. I think it’s more like I’ve been learning about how I react to his absence and silence. An exposé of my spiritual immaturity.

And now here I am…trying to make something out of all this disappointment. Trying to figure out what to do when I don’t get what I prayed for.


Why My Faith Sucks

I figured it out. Finally.  I’m alarmed and embarrassed,but I’m going to be honest with myself about it.

Why does my faith suck?  Why am I afraid to believe that God will answer my prayers?  Why am I afraid to ask God for things?

The truth is, I am afraid that God will not answer my prayers and that it will negatively impact my view of God.  What if I pray for a spouse but never get married?  What if I ask God for a job and I find myself unemployed?  It’s not so much that I’m concerned about what I don’t get.  I am concerned that I will ask God for good things, and for whatever reason, those good things will not come to me, and that experience will cause me to feel something towards God that will wreck my faith.

The truth is, it is much easier for me to believe, “Whatever happens, happens. God is a good God.”
The truth is, I am afraid I cannot handle the disappointment of unanswered prayer and unfulfilled desires.
The truth is, I am afraid that God will get tired of blessing such an undeserving person as myself.

So my faith sucks.


Poke

I got my heart poked today.

I went to church heavy-hearted. Worn from the battles in my life.  Exasperated by relationships going awry. Frustrated and burdened.  Feeling alone. In there and everywhere. I am an orphan. But I went in determined to worship Him.

And I did.  I sang my heart out. Exalting His name.

My pastor called for silence in the sanctuary and asked us to just listen. So I listened.

And God spoke this to me:  ”If my people who are called by name humble themselves, and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and heal their land. Dana, you already possess the land. Now let it be healed!”

I received that.

My pastor’s father-in-law shared the Word with us this morning. A good, timely, penetrating word.  Totally in accord with what God’s been whispering to me, what God’s been doing in me.  I knew that altar call was for me this morning. If I go through an entire service on the verge of tears, then I have an appointment with God before I leave that place!

The in-laws prayed for me and over me.  And I know God spoke to my heart. She prayed and said, “The Lord has ordered your steps. But He has not ordered your steps to be stuck in the mud. You shall have the feet of a deer.  You can climb to greater heights in safety. Do not be afraid. Go higher. No more mud on your feet.”  Wow.  And then he prayed and said, “Dana, I feel the Lord wants me to tell you that He has not abandoned you. You are not an abandoned child. You belong to the family of God. You are not an orphan.”  And I was just kind of blown away.

My biggest beef with God over the last two years has been that he has left me alone. Out here in Texas with no family. And only the fleeting semblance of spiritual family.  I feel like He has left me hanging, orphaned.  And today, clear as day, He answered my heart on that issue.

Now what?  I don’t know. But whatever the Lord puts His finger on, I will confess and repent from it. I don’t want to forfeit the presence of God because of the sin I’ve let in.  Now what? I don’t know. But I know He hears me, and I know He’s after my heart.  And I don’t know what’s next in my life, but I’m going to climb and not be afraid.

My heart got poked today.


One-Line Prayer

May my life stand the test of Your gaze.

That’s all.

Amen.


On NOT Getting What You Prayed For

So…

I was thinking about things I’ve prayed for. Not prayed like “Oh God, maybe if you have time, could you consider…”.  Prayed like “Dear God! I can’t do it anymore. I desperately need you to act!”  I have yet to see God act in certain situations.  I have yet to receive some things I’ve asked for…persistently.

So I got to thinking. What would it be like if God gave me everything I asked for?

I think my faith would increase. I would KNOW that He hears me. I would KNOW that He was responsive.  I would come to God with such great expectation.  But you know what it wouldn’t do?  It wouldn’t increase my TRUST in Him. The truth is, I ask for things that may not be best for me.  The truth is, God’s stillness sometimes IS His movement.

I couldn’t trust a God who gave me everything I prayed for, because that would mean trusting a God that would help me ruin my life.


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