Some of the best times I have with The Lord are also the hardest. They are the times when I am lying on the floor with eyes filled to the brim with tears, crying out to Jesus. It's in those moments when I feel closest to Him, when I feel His presence as He bends down to listen to me. Those sweet precious moments are the moments in which I realize the gentleness of our Lord. How He takes the cries of this simple, basic heart of mine seriously and with tender care is beyond my poor human comprehension. In those moments my prayers are purified. I am continually drawn back to Hannah in First Samuel. Her fervent prayer sparked the judgement of an old insensitive priest but even so, The Lord used that priest to comfort her. "Go in peace, and the God of Israel grant your petition which you have asked of Him." It is when I am on the floor and I hear those words when the comfort floods me. I can arise and eat with a face that is no longer sad. My Lord has heard my fervent prayer. My Lord has began to mold me into a woman of fervent prayer, prayer that is a burning incense to Him. I pray He does grant my petition of Him. But I feel His presence in those moments of weary prayers, while I pour out my heart and soul He picks them back up, strengthening me, engaging me, and promising me. He is promising me His answer will be good. No matter what. But I have faith to believe He can grant me my petition. In a way, He already has. He has drawn me near to Him, what can man do to me?
