I felt singularly uninspired in prayer as I worked on my square quota. It had been an energy sapping day, and I felt empty, apathetic as I indecisively picked out some colors. I tried to focus, tried to pick a subject, tried to think meaningfully, tried to remember prayer requests, but there was nothing. Perhaps trying was the problem.
In the end, I could only rest on the work of another, One whose thoughts are higher than my thoughts, One who works tirelessly on my behalf. Tonight, His intercession sufficed.
Romans 8:26-27 "In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express. And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints in accordance with God's will."
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