When No Prayers Will Come

Shelly posted a comment yesterday, saying that I always know what to say. Shelly, I am flattered and I thank you. But here’s a laugh: you have no idea how often I sit here around 11 p.m. at night, staring at the monitor, trying to think of something to write. I pray to the Holy Spirit, as though he were my special muse, for ideas. Tonight nothing is coming through.

Although, to be honest, there’s an idea right there. I do rely on the Holy Spirit often for times when the words do not seem to be ready for me to say. I figure that God, in this form, will be willing to help me. He made me, and that includes my mind. I remember how Moses was not an accomplished speaker and did not want to address his people, verbally. Yet God used him, and somehow Moses got across what needed to be said, what needed to be understood.

I’m nowhere near as special as Moses, and maybe a lot less faithful. But I have found that praying for the right words is often very rewarding. I pray for the right words to comfort someone who is grieving or ill. I pray for the right words to get a point across during a difficult conversation. Although, in that last case, I do not often pray quickly enough.

And, as a writer and editor of long-standing, I pray for the right words to write. I’ve been blessed, often, in all the above circumstances. I’m especially thankful for being blessed tonight, because I honestly did not know what to write when I started this post.

Thank you, Heavenly Father, for the help of the Holy Spirit, for the words I need, when I need them.