Today is my weekly prayer meeting at church. Our church is still in the flood emergency section of the city, so I didn't encourage people to travel.
Did you ever wonder how you sound to other people when you pray? I have so many inadequate words to tell God how wonderful He is. I know that I fail to pray 'aright' but somehow He hears me.
Less often than more, I just talk to Him. I'm hoping He'll forgive my stumbled words and misquotes of Scripture. I feel as if I should be so much farther along in my faith than I believe that I am.
I can almost feel my heart cry out to Him. There is so much unbalance in this world, so much injustice. My soul longs for His justice and mercy to manifest in everything. I want Him to be King of Kings and Lord of Lords.
I may not have flowery speech or prose of pen, but God still understands. He's the greatest when I'm the weakest. My poor mite given in faith speaks volumes of love, faith and hope in Him.
I love Him.