Hope sometimes hides in simple places, often in one-word prayers.
The prayer life can be taught by spiritual advisors and multiple resources, but I think God most appreciates our prayers when they come from the desperate places of our hearts.
One-word prayers exist in that place where self-sufficiency ends. The gut punch past emotion and any reasoning ability.
My one-word prayers come when I have nothing left — when I’ve exhausted all my personal resources and my attempts to fix the problem.
When all I have left is a plea to Abba Father.
Please. After my first two babies died on their birthdates, getting pregnant again seemed daunting and simply frightening. I could not emotionally lose another child.
So when the pregnancy test read positive, I had only one word for God: “Please.”
As I lay in bed for six months, hoping to keep my child, I repeatedly begged God, “Please.” That baby, my Caleb, was born healthy and screaming a voluminous God-type answer.
But in his 21st year, a massive brain tumor almost took him away. Again, all I could manage on my knees in the ICU was another, “Please.”
God does not always answer these prayers in the affirmative, but this time — he said, “Yes.” My son is now cancer free, 14 years later.
Why. This one-word prayer is rarely answered. God does not have to justify his actions or what he allows. His job description as supreme authority is clear.
But we still ask the question. Most of us have asked “Why?” during 2020. Why this pandemic, this horrific loss of life, jobs, businesses, conferences, travel? No answer.
As my mother lives within the shadows of Alzheimer’s, I have asked, “Why?” In 2020, she fell and broke the same hip twice. She tested positive for COVID. Three times, I pulled out my little black dress and emotionally prepared to drive to her funeral.
But Mom survived to continue in the shadows, oblivious of any family or friends. Why? When she wants to be in heaven. What is the purpose?
I do not know, cannot comprehend the Why. But this one-word prayer often returns.
When. God is transcendent. He exists outside time and space. He does not wear a watch or schedule his day on a cell phone. Eternity and its Maker are timeless.
Yet we exist within the boundaries of twenty-four hours and a yearly calendar. We want to know when God’s promises to us will happen. We need to make plans, be prepared and look the part.
We need something to look forward to.
My vision journal is filled with promises God made to me. My Bible has years marked beside verses God underscored. Yet many of these promises have not occurred. When, God? When?
No answer … yet.
Although one-word prayers come from a deep place of need, they do have a positive spin.
We may feel frustrated by incomplete answers, but these desperate prayers prove our faith. They remind us we have somewhere to go with our Please, Why and When.
They prove we believe in God’s existence even when we cannot explain his ways.
A final one-word prayer is the one I cry when I cannot even imagine another word. It is the place I have gone multiple times throughout life.
And I imagine life will throw other scenarios in my direction where this one-word encapsulates the cry of my heart.
It ignores the Why, because at the point when my tears cannot release, my voice is raw and my mind will not wrap itself around the grief — I don’t care why.
It forgets about When, because that moment represents my exact need. There is no thought of another time.
Yet this word holds a Please with every breath.
This one-word prayer includes every plea ever spoken and reverberates through my universe. It is the word that holds my heart and keeps my life somewhat steady — even in the chaos.
Jesus. The name above all names. The answer to every heart’s cry.
The one-word prayer that echoes with hope.
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