Yesterday, I spent some time on the beach. The shoreline soothes my soul, and I can focus my prayer and conversations with God. I usually hear God’s voice when I’m quiet, but on this day, I heard him in my prayer. It was so much more than I could have ever imagined. I began speaking in rhythms like a rapper or a poet. I almost couldn’t believe what I was hearing; each word I said related to the previous and was reminiscent of a psalm. It was a stunningly beautiful array of passionate conversation with our Heavenly Father. How does this happen, and who can I thank for this scripted yet unscripted linguistic ability to arrange my words? There is only one who can take a moment and make it his own, the Holy Spirit. Is this a new chapter in my writing? Maybe, but I have to study poetic form to make sure I’m following a pattern so I don’t appear foolish. If God can take hold of the words that I know and form them into rhythmic prayer, you can bet he can use the language of angels to glorify himself when we release our worries and open our mouths and let the sounds flow. Don’t be afraid. Allow the Holy Spirit to speak through your prayer and arrange the letters for you when you are at a loss for what to say.
To the choirmaster: for the flutes. A Psalm of David. Give ear to my words, O LORD; consider my groaning. Give attention to the sound of my cry, my King and my God, for to you do I pray. Psalms 5:1-2