Empty As Fast As I Say Them

They say prayer is supposed to be intentional. Set aside the time. Quiet the mind. Focus on what needs to be said.

And I believe it. But too often mine is just a passing thought. A few words here and there that go empty almost as fast as I say them. Ritual.

I want it to be more than that. I want to look forward to it — crave it, even. I want to lift others up. I want to wrestle with You for strength.

Daniel prayed three times a day. The Muslims have their mats and their hours (okay — maybe not the best example). But I keep landing on the same thing: I need this to be non-negotiable. Because I’m weaker than I look on the outside. More vulnerable than I want anyone to see — maybe more than I want to see myself.

I forget that when the day gets loud. I forget that when things are going fine and I don’t feel like I need You.

Lord, help me find the passion to bring my prayers alive. Help me see. Help me want this. I need this. Amen.