How Silence in Prayer Can Speak Louder Than Words
I’ve had nights where I just sat with my hands folded, not even sure what to say. I wanted a breakthrough, but all I got was silence. And honestly, I wondered if God had stepped out of the room. Nothing moved. Nothing changed. And I caught myself thinking, “Maybe I’m just talking to the air.” Other times, my prayers came out clumsy—half sentences, words I didn’t even mean, or tears that felt useless. Kind of like when you spill coffee and most of it ends up on the floor instead of in the cup. That’s how my prayers have felt. But somehow, God still hears them. He doesn’t mind the mess. He takes what I hand Him, even if it’s broken. I used to believe I had to sound strong, almost professional, when I prayed. Like I had to get the words right. Turns out, He never asked for that. The truth is, sometimes all I manage is a sigh, or “help me,” or nothing at all. And even then, God meets me there. Prayer, for me, isn’t about putting on some holy voice anymore. It’s about dragging the real me i...