The battle rages, fierce and relentless, tearing me to pieces.

My flesh longs for comfort and ease.

My mind sifts through the clutter, parroting a muddled to-do list that grows long enough to cover my fridge.

I need to be quiet.

I need rest.

You never guaranteed that life would be easy, but You did promise to hear when we call.

Why is praying so hard?

Lord, why is it such a knock-down, drag-out battle with the world, the flesh, and the enemy?

Sometimes when I fall to my knees, nothing will come out.

I’m speechless.

Yet I believe that the Spirit is there for me.

“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” (Romans 8:26).

I am comforted by this truth.

When I pray, I’m lifted beyond time and grasp eternity.

You know what I need before I ask.

So I leave the to-do list for later to fall at Your feet, lay my head in Your lap, cry, cleave to You, and feel Your heartbeat.

You lift up my head and gird me for battle.

In prayer I come boldly before the throne of grace, obtaining mercy and finding help.

Please continue to teach me how to pray.