All Out of Words
April 21, 2017
I'm all out of words.
Five Easter worship services, a couple of very serious pastoral care situations this week, a New Vision ministry event today (our program for older adults), and writing a sermon for Saturday night worship has left me all out of words.
Do you ever feel that way when you go to pray?
Maybe it's because you're tired. Or the situation you find yourself in is just too overwhelming. Perhaps the grandeur of God leaves you at a loss for what to say. Or you just don't know where to start.
When I find myself in those moments, I sit still asking the presence of God to surround me. Not having words to say isn't such a bad thing. Especially if we are able to listen instead of speak.
The other thing I do is to go to the Psalms. I've never thumbed through the psalms and found myself unable to find a prayer that seems like it was written for me, for that very moment.
From "Praise the Lord, my soul; all my inmost being, praise his holy name" in Psalm 103 to "I have come into the deep waters; the floods engulf me. I am worn out calling for help; my throat is parched" in Psalm 69... there are always words that seem just right.
So I leave you with this from Psalm 121, "I lift up my eyes to the mountains—where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth."
And that is just about all I have to say today.