Five Minute Friday – PRAYER

It has been several years since I was a part of the Five Minute Friday crowd. I had lost contact when the hosting website changed, and as the saying goes, “Out of sight, out of mind…”

Recently, I stumbled across it again. So here I am, coming full circle and stepping back into a writing exercise with a group of people who encourage others to share the words God has given them. The gist is to write for five minutes on a one-word prompt, then post your writing and link up with others who do the same — no overthinking, no deep editing, just free-writing in a short amount of time.

That said, here’s to a new season of https://fiveminutefriday.com/2021/11/04/fmf-writing-prompt-link-up-prayer/

Words of conversation,
Pleas for divine intervention,
Songs of praise,
A heart overflowing with grace poured inward to reflect outward.

Prayer is a grace gift.
One I spurn far too often.
And take for granted.
It is an invitation to connect and be restored.
A refreshing moment shared with the Creator of universes and souls.
It is intimate communion with the One who knows me fully and loves me still.

This constant flow of love language is known to me and You.
And to countless others who accept the invitation.
A way of life that lives with a continual connection.
Words of ownership declaring Whose I am.

I long to make prayer a greater priority.
To spend time with You more often.
To empty my heart of all vanity and humbly bow in the presence of my Savior.

I join You at Your throne, lifting my petitions and my desperation before You.
United in divine partnership, but utterly dependent upon You.
Always.

I want my prayers to pour from a soul redeemed as naturally as I take my next breath. But more often, I gasp and sputter and mumble my way through.

Like an ongoing game of Scrabble, my longings dump and scatter before You. Pieces of me in disarray, desperate to be made whole.

With utmost care and patience, You sort them all out. Forming a beautiful work of words from the mess of my heart, You make my offerings a poem of grace.

I bow before you and lift my countenance to bathe in Your own as I command the words to come. Yet they still fall so short in declaring Your majestic worth.

These prayers encompass the best and worst of me held and kept in this secret place of unity where my life is gathered and treasured, and the deepest desires within spill forth unhindered and free.

Prayers are pieces of me pieced together by You.

8 Comments

  1. Wow, this was so beautifully written! I am thankful I was next in the link up as I was lead to your page to be blessed by your words! Thank you. I was once a committed Five Minute Friday writer, too, but life got in the way. I am just returning as well, Sister! I know others will be blessed by your words on prayer, just as I was!

    • Thanks for the encouragement. It’s been awhile since I’ve allowed my fingers to ramble across the keyboard unhindered. Kind of like my prayer-life with Father, I’m learning to let it flow unrehearsed and unguarded. Here’s to stepping back into an exercise I didn’t realize I missed so much. Blessings to you as you return to this community, as well!

  4. Looking at the grace gift
    that defines my prayer,
    I find that it gives me a lift
    to breathe in brighter air
    that sends my thick-skull head a-spinning
    and drops the scales down from my eyes.
    I’m dying, yes, but in that winning;
    is this such a great surprise?
    Cancer cannot talk to God,
    tumours cannot plead their cause,
    for they come from the greatest fraud
    who’s still subject to the laws
    laid down when Creation fell,
    and is packed off, in the end, to hell.

    • I couldn’t help but smile at the phrase, “that sends my thick-skull head a-spinning.” I laughingly refer to myself as a “spiritual dunderhead,” slow in understanding Father’s ways and coming to terms with His heart for my own. I pray that God is gracious to you and shows Himself mighty on your behalf, instilling peace and healing where and when most needed. Rest in Him, brother, and entrust yourself to His keeping as you continue to pour out your heart before Him.

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