I had No Clue what to say

I remember, as a young child, slipping into my mother’s room late at night and kneeling beside her as she was on her face before God – often weeping silently with her as she unburdened her soul before the Lord.  I guess it was those memories that caused me to understand her love for the hymn, Sweet Hour of Prayer.  I knew it was a reality to her … not just another song … when she would quote, Sweet hour of prayer, Sweet hour of prayer, that calls me from a world of care. . . The years have passed and she has bidden farewell to the hour of prayer but not without leaving a legacy that prayer indeed works.

As I left my room recently for church, the whisper of my heart was that I had felt a strong need to bow before the Lord and unload a world of care . . . and yet it seemed the answer of my thoughts to that whisper was that I just really didn’t know how to put into words what I wanted to say.  So I grabbed my bag and headed out the door.

Once in the car, I flipped the radio to my favorite station and heard the familiar voice of Warren Wiersbe say, “I have a couple of little stories that will give clarification to this point” (a point about which I had no clue since I had just turned on the radio).  The first story went like this:

There was once a little girl who thought she was a prima-donna that could do anything.  Her mother seemed to agree.  While visiting a vacation resort, each evening after dinner the child would go to the piano in the room and plink away – much to the dismay of other diners who quickly left the dining room.  One evening there was a real musician nearby who slipped onto the piano bench with the little girl and for every wrong note she played, he filled in with beautiful music.  At the end of the song, the musician slipped out of the room while the little girl curtsied as though she had played it all herself.

The second story related an incident of diner that spilled ink on a crisp linen napkin.  Recognizing the diner’s embarrassment, a nearby artist picked up the napkin, and proceeded to use the ink blot as the starting place to draw a beautiful picture.

Wiersbe continued to make application that when we have no clue what we want to say or possibly spilling out words that seem to make no sense, the Holy Spirit groans for us before the Father.  Tears filled my eyes as I sensed anew that the groanings of my heart had indeed been taken before the Father! And though the author, William W. Walford, is said to have been physically blind, his spiritual vision seems to have been spot on: “And since He bids me seek His face, Believe His Word and trust His grace, I’ll cast on Him my every care, And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!”



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