You are welcome to pray with me, from our spirit and in the Spirit…

It’s odd that at times I feel like I know nothing about you. I’ve encountered your presence, I’ve wept before you, I’ve felt the penetrating gaze of your kindness, and yet walls like waves or mountains can come up and I can loose all memory. The distinct impression fades and I’m left without a sense. I feel like I’ve renewed the old thoughts or ways of thinking about you, before those encounters. And then I pray and ask to know you, as if I’ve never known you – but I have. And I yearn for more, but it is odd that memories fade. But truly, that’s only on the surface. When it comes down to it, you’ve left an unchangeable handprint impression upon me. I am marked, forever. Yet, sometimes no matter whether how yesterday brought me to find my footing upon you, today has it’s own challenges. It’s own questions, of where do I stand. And when I realize that is what I’m being asked, the answer is you.

Bring me further, Lord. Fill me with your strength, that I may not petition, but seek. Not scared, but yield to you in peace.