I do labor when I pray at times, not so much over what God wants, but what I want from God. Still though. While any worthwhile discussion about important matters should be passionate, I can’t help but wonder if my angst in prayer doesn’t belie who God is while revealing a shortfall in my faith.
Here’s the deal: What’s important about prayer is not that I understand it but that I practice it.
In the same way God makes us parents and uses that relationship as a metaphor for our relationship with Him, He gives us the metaphor of marriage. As parents, we grasp a bit better what God means when He says He is our Father and we are His children. As a spouse, we are better able to conceptualize our relationship with God when He says He is like a husband and we are like His wife.
Thinking then about prayer within the context of marriage, I talk with my wife and don’t fully understand the exchange—and neither does she—but we enjoy and engage in the practice.
Prayer is similar!