Sometimes life throws you a curveball.
And sometimes, it throws you a fast ball that clips you on the ear as it whizzes past your head and then flattens you from behind as it ricochets off the backstop.
Like a malfunctioning practice pitching machine, the balls keep coming, one after the other, far too fast to swing, far beyond our ability to even hit a single, let alone knock it out of the park. No time to recover between pitches. An endless supply of cosmic complications to hurl.
Sometimes we just don't even know how to pray about it.
So many times I have started off with, "Father..." and my voice fades out on a big sigh as I am overwhelmed with the utter helplessness of the whole thing.
But my helplessness is not hopelessness... and You have told us in Your Word that You know what I am praying even when I do not know myself. Your Spirit intercedes for me when I cannot find the words or even frame the thoughts.
"In the same way the Spirit also helps our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we should, but the Spirit Himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words; and He who searches the hearts knows what the mind of the Spirit is, because He intercedes for the saints according to the will of God." Romans 8:26-27
Groanings which cannot be uttered, the King James puts it. Prayers that are too deep for words, that go beyond words, that are outside of words.
The Word which was God, in the beginning with God, wordless... mind-blowing.
And yet, utterly understandable. Because I've been there, praying with every fiber of my being, yet completely wordless. Unable to form sentences or even thoughts.
Every tear a leaked prayer my body does not know how to express any other way.
Nothing but me and God and the stillness and the Spirit.
If you've ever been flattened by one of life's fastballs...you know exactly what I mean.
So, beloved Savior, I'm asking you to take my fragmented prayers to the Father on behalf of my fast-ball-flattened friends today. You will perform it, I know, because You promised it, and Your Word says You change not.
And You will intercede, because You love me with an intense ferociousness in spite of the frail humanity that You foresaw and understood with a Creator's intuition, knowing I would need the Spirit's help to call out to my Father. Thank You for that. Thank You, God. May the sheer mercy of it never fail to provoke profound gratitude.