My Ink Dance

Discovering Extraordinary Grace in an Ordinary Life

Prayer & The Drive Thru

Every day before my kids get on the bus to head to school I pray for them. It’s a quick prayer (some days quicker than others) and always has the same footnote

Dear God, please keep them safe.

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One day we were rushed and I forgot to pray. I ran out of time, and as they pulled away my heart sank. And for a split second I worried a bit more about their safety. As if my one liner makes the difference between whether God watches over them or not.

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I had been praying like I was ordering off a drive thru menu. A list of requests just shy of demands that gave the illusion of relationship. But I had it all wrong.

My prayers were never about demands, but about going to God. And in between my reading off a wish list God saw the heart. He sees my fear and my worry. He sees the love I have for my kids and my husband. He sees my desire for control and coming to terms with my lack.

He sees it all and He still listens.

God isn’t waiting for us to speak some magical password phrase to unlock the door of his blessing. He isn’t holding back his grace until we utter the right words with our head bowed and our hands folded. God is at work all the time, and the reason He wants us to pray is because He longs to be in relationship with us.

I still pray for my kids before they leave. I still ask God to be with them and help them and protect them. I do this because it my heart. It is as much for me as it is for them. I pray to remind me of who is in control, and that prayer isn’t ordering at a drive thru. It’s about the heart. Always has been, always will be.

About Becky Hastings

I am emotional and logical. I am strong and dependent. I am a juxtaposition of head and heart exploring it all through writing. And in all my mixed-up ways I am loved. I'm here to tell you that you are, too. Just the way you are.

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