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My two-year-old granddaughter’s frequent line is “Mine. Kyla do it.”
I smile and accept this is the language of an immature, but growing toddler who has a long way to go yet in life.
Yet her tone of voice and words sound vaguely familiar. Then I recognize it.
“Mine. I will do it. Me-me-me” echoes my prayers.
My prayers lately have been very me-centered. Though I have pitch up prayers for others like icing on the cake, deep down my words are pretty much – me-me-me and mine- mine-mine.
I wonder what all of our collective prayers to God sounds like to Him. Reminded of this scene from Finding Nemo and the seagulls:
Our prayers may start out sounding beautiful and even musically, but the chorus of me-me-me is never far away. I love the Muppets and this video illustrates my point:
Remember the scene in Bruce Almighty when Bruce is overwhelmed with hearing all the prayers.
God smiles and accepts each of our efforts in talking with Him. I know He lovingly understands our human limitations, fears, and ego driven desires.
I truly believe He willingly listens for hours to my whining, complaining, and badgering Him on why and when.
Just like I understand the developmental level of my toddler granddaughter – He knows my heart too.
Beaker’s singing and the seagulls’ screeching reverberate in my ears and my spirit today, so once again I approach the throne of God – this time with different prayers.
Today my prayer will be sprinkled with praise and thankfulness.
For once I may say nothing at all.
Just being with God is enough. And that is enough for me.