We live in a world where words don’t really matter. They don’t have any meaning. Even all the cusswords have lost their teeth as they’ve quietly seeped into broadcast television. They just don’t matter anymore. They’re just words.
I don’t know much about prayer. I don’t know the right way to do it. I don’t have a three-sentence formula you can pray to unleash God’s blessings or joy. Basically, my entire knowledge of prayer boils down to the knowing that I need to do it. I just don’t know what to say.
But lately, I’ve felt more comfortable with admitting that to God, to starting off my prayers with “I don’t know what to say right now.” He seems alright with that. In fact, I think all along he knew that was coming, which is one of the reasons He gave me the Holy Spirit.
Romans 8:26 says
We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express.
I like that verse and in times when my heart feels it’s run dry, I’ll simply say “Holy Spirit, please groan for me.” And I think it does.


