If you don’t know what you’re doing, pray to the Father. He loves to help. You’ll get his help, and won’t be condescended to when you ask for it. Ask boldly, believingly, without a second thought. People who “worry their prayers” are like wind-whipped waves. Don’t think you’re going to get anything from the Master that way, adrift at sea, keeping all your options open.
It seemed like a perfect prayer now. Then again, our cries to our Father never seemed “perfect”. Broken mutterings. Directionless for the most part. As haphazard my navigation goes in this world, so are my attempts to grab His attention.
What the heck. Plug it into the speakers. Let my incomprehensible utterances crack open the heavens. Let the yearnings of my heart funnel into the ears of my Lord. For I’m lost… only to be found. By You.. the anchor of my soul.