Today is one of those days that leave me wondering if I woke up in a strange mirror universe where no one speaks my language.
I hate those days.
I love communicating things to others, helping them understand. It’s why I love teaching and writing. In college, my teachers didn’t praise my papers for being brilliantly original – and in creative writing, I’m far from a master wordsmith – but gosh darn it, people have told me hundreds of times that my writing is clear.
Apparently that’s pretty important to me, because on days like today, when I feel like no one gets what I’m saying, I get disheartened really fast.
Customers. Coworkers. Church members. Loved ones. I’ve had misunderstandings with them all today, it seems. And since I’m wired to seek understanding, I wonder, Since my words don’t work today… what do I do?
Honestly, I don’t even know how to pray today. I can’t articulate my problems. I don’t even know what to ask for.
So on a day like today, silent prayer is a real blessing.
Because it’s easy to forget I don’t need to use words. God knows what I need before I ask. The Holy Spirit intercedes for me, prays for me when I don’t know what to say.
I can relax. I can know for the first time today that there’s no danger I won’t express myself well, that I won’t be understood.
I can simply be still and know God is there.
Today’s 15 minutes of prayer: Afternoon break, in the conference room where I’d tried so hard to articulate myself (and seemingly failed miserably) less than an hour before. How wonderful to embrace the restfulness of silence in that very same space.