Learning to Pray When Words Won’t Come
The other night I sat on the couch, phone in one hand, mind completely blank. I knew I should pray—I even wanted to—but nothing came. No words, no clever phrases, not even the old fallback lines I usually lean on. Just… silence. And you know what? I think God was fine with that. Prayer Isn’t Always Pretty We act like prayer has to be polished, like some polished speech we rehearse in front of a mirror. But sometimes it’s messy. Sometimes it’s just a sigh when you’re too tired to think straight. I’ve had days where my “prayer” was literally, “Lord, I don’t know what to say.” That was it. And oddly enough, those moments stick with me more than the long ones. A Story That Changed How I Saw It A few years back, a close friend got terrible medical news. I sat in the hospital waiting room trying to pray. Nothing came out except tears. I felt useless, like I’d failed him by not storming heaven with eloquent words. Later he told me he felt an unusual calm during that same window of t...