Sometimes I find that I can do little more than sigh and say, “Please Father…” The overwhelming circumstances, whatever they may be, can be just too much to express verbally. I find that my prayers are often very short, but they involve more than simply speaking aloud. There is something going on that can only be described as “deeper.” It’s a mind to mind communing.
There is a sort of just “being” with God in the moment kind of thing. I’m just there, in the presence of God, drinking in His comfort, strength, and promises, and renewing myself on these.
I drink and drink, trying not to gulp too much or swallow that life-giving essence too quickly. Slowly I feel myself being restored to some semblance of sanity. Physically my breathing calms down. Panicky waves of worry and fear subside.
I’m assured that I can go on, that I will live to run this race another day, that nothing is as difficult as it might seem in the moment, that God is with me. I know internally that there will be a way, that everything will come together once again as it always has, as it always will.