I usually run my mouth during my morning prayer. It sounds like a run-on list of things I am thankful for, asking for forgiveness, and praying for the family, friends, and, yes, even my enemies. But one morning, instead of bending my knees, I sat up in my bed, put on some instrumental music on a low volume, and then I sat in the dark with my eyes closed and the palms of my hands turned to heaven.
There was no request made, no loud praise. I was sitting still; this was difficult to do, I might add, because I have gotten used to a morning ritual that seems filled with action. But now, I was physically still and trying to get my mind to do the same. As I focused on my breathing and the piano playing, my mind automatically reverted to asking God to do something.
Eventually, I controlled the atmosphere with deep breaths and the thought that I wanted nothing from God that day. I just wanted to be in His presence. I wanted to have that moment with God that you have with a best friend when you sit and chill with them.
Before it was over, I was receiving answers to prayers I had in the past. I was super excited as I felt creativity flow to my thoughts. At one point, I got overwhelmed. I wanted to take what I saw and write it down, so I won’t forget. But I stopped myself from grabbing my laptop, and I brought myself back to deep breaths.
There’s a saying that people love talking during prayer, but they are not quite enough to hear the answers. Although I was not looking for solutions that day, it filled me with joy when clarity took over.