It took me a while to accept that this too is prayer: to settle, rest, and be still in God’s loving attention upon me.
I was sitting on the couch with my dog in my arms. She was trying to get comfy for a nap while I was spending some time praying in the early morning. She kept shifting and moving and getting distracted by every little sound in the house. She kept looking up at me as though I had said something, or maybe it was somehow to be reassured that I was still right there. Her nap wasn’t happening and neither was my praying.
“Just settle,” I said to her with a calming whisper. “I’m right here, just settle. Rest.”
While trying to pray, I was struck by the irony. I was convicted by the metaphor.
I so easily get distracted in prayer, sidetracked by the noises of my busy mind racing and trying to figure out what’s next and where I need to be. I circle and circle the latest agitation in my life as I feel like I can’t dare let go. I pause in the midst of broken prayers wondering if God is still there and if God is actually listening.
Sometimes it’s just noise.
Sometimes I can just barely hear God whisper, “Just settle, Trevor. Rest. I’m right here.”
It took me a while to accept that this too is prayer: to settle, rest, and be still in God’s loving attention upon me. I don’t have to perform, say flowery and fancy words to impress God, or come with any agenda whatsoever. I don’t need to talk and talk and talk as though the length of my prayer will carry more weight.
It can be as easy as just settling into God’s loving presence.
My dog’s favorite place to be is on my lap as she rests in our presence to each other. That’s prayer. I need to learn from my dog I guess.
Just settle. Rest. God is right here.
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