Fears and Tears

Prayer is a wondrous thing, it is a connection that runs deep and is vast, like the universe itself. It is hard to comprehend all the intricacies that are within; all the unspoken words, all the unknown hurts, all the hopes and dreams, the deep longings of the human heart, but the Lord knows.

That is the power of prayer, the bringing together of one person, a group of people, a community, a city, a state, a country, a world, whatever it may be, to the Father, Son and Holy Spirit. It is incredible to ponder, the awe of human connection, it has no limits. Our hearts desire is to be filled with good things, to see the beauty around us, to laugh, to cry, to love and to be loved.

The power of prayer is love, a lifting of one’s self to the Lord, who always hears us, day or night. The One that is always there and never leaves us, the One that knows before we ask, The One that loves us unconditionally.

The power of prayer reaches out like beautiful flowers in a meadow, reaches up like a tall mountain peak, reaches down like the roots of a majestic oak tree and reaches around like the northern wind. It is a gift from God and it is good.

I pray because the need flows out of me all the time, waking and sleeping. It doesn’t change God, it changes me. C.S. Lewis