I saw this picture on another blog and was so struck by it. The abandon…hunger…dependence that this picture evokes is just…very…humbling. I tried to remember the last time that I was postured that way both spiritually and physically – alone in my room reaching out to the Lord with everything I had – and I was hard-pressed to conjure a recent memory.
Why am I not like this woman more often? It is certainly not because I don’t have ample reason to. “He has heard my voice…inclined His ear to me…” why don’t I then desperately call on Him every day?
It’s not that I don’t pray, either…I do. But my prayers are far less impassioned and almost sickly polite. I don’t think they resonate with the realities of who Christ truly is and who I truly am in light of the cross. They don’t say “Lord this very breath I am taking is a gift I don’t deserve! Indeed, you are my breath of life…my everything!” They also don’t communicate the profound truth that God hears…that He has inclined His ear.
I read that phrase and picture God, leaning forward, wanting to hear what I say. I can’t fathom that – and my polite prayer is the proof. Far too often I do not sound like I am speaking to the God of the Universe who could rightly slay me in a moment, yet is merciful enough to not only stay His hand, but draw me into relationship with Him.
Despite my apparent ingratitude, God says “I have loved you with an everlasting love; therefore I have continued my faithfulness to you. (Jer 31:3)“
As tears well in my eyes, all I can think to say is “Thank you, Lord,”