Often it feels like my prayers fall off a precipice and I wait diligently to hear the echoed response of its contact with the bottom. The echo doesn't come, but I still pray. When I hear of a tragedy, the prayers are just a natural reaction. like a conversational offering. It's when I lay my head down, that my prayers feel lost.
The sound of the ocean continually rolling over itself and onto the beach reminded me of prayer. I think in my efforts to "do hard things" and do the work to get through the day, I've made this harder than it has to be. I will try to let the natural rhythm of the day bring the words into my heart and then take them out again, delivering each simple or sacred thought.
"In your ocean, I'm ankle deep..."
"...and if your grace is an ocean we're all sinking."
#BeStrongandCourageous Wade Garrett