I've been contemplating prayer lately. I feel like there's so much pressure to craft a certain prayer, it has to include flowery words and be extremely eloquent.
I have to be honest, for a long time I struggled with praying out loud. Every time I prayed out loud in front of others I'd feel like it just wasn't good enough. I didn't use large enough words, or I stumbled and said, "Um..." Or, "Uh..." Once too many. It became more and more about me and how others perceived me, than what it truly is-communication with a loving Heavenly Father.
I've since swallowed my pride. Which isn't to say that I now pray in public and never think of what others might be thinking about my prayers. (hey, I'm working on it, Rome wasn't built in a day!)
But more and more as I strive to draw closer to Jesus, He reminds me that the words I use while praying are of very little importance to Him, rather the intent of my heart.
Imagine, if you will, a little girl telling her papa about her day. Does she pronounce every word clearly? Probably not. Does she lose her train of thought? Maybe. Does she lisp? Perhaps. But does a loving father stop his daughter to correct her words, telling her to use larger, more intelligent words? I should think not!
My point. What matters most is our heart. Am I pouring my everything out to Him? Do I daily lift up concerns, hopes, fears and thanks? I have to say that my most sincere broken prayers are usually less than three words, "God, help!"