So here’s a thought: isn’t the idea of joining the conversation at the heart of God just a bit intimidating? Like being invited to speak at the United Nations to all those powerful people – and you’re, like, 8 years old?
Here’s what makes prayer even remotely thinkable for me: the Spirit who lives in me and searches my heart – and so knows me way better than I know myself – takes my completely inadequate and inappropriate words and get this carries them right into the heart of the conversation that’s been going on forever.
You don’t have to try hard to find the right words to say to God. Just start talking!