I Want To Be Loved Like That

On the first day of visiting the church that has now become our home, we stood for prayer. I stood there in silence with my head bowed, as she began to lead us. I was suddenly swept away in a flood of emotion. Becoming lost in her prayer and yet clinging to every word, I noticed that this prayer was different from all of the rambling and rushed prayers that I've heard in the past. It was soft and slow as she came to the Father with her needs and the needs of others. She spoke to Him with such passion and conviction. With such sincerity and eloquence, she took her time as though it seemed that she was allowing Him to take notes or as if He needed time to consider these requests. All the while, she would pause both briefly and periodically as though she were listening for OR to His responses before she continued. She poured out her heart as He took in every word. It was beautiful and it made my prayers feel inadequate. I was in awe of her relationship with the Father. All of a sudden, mine felt as though it were lacking in comparison. I couldn't imagine anyone questioning her love for Him any more than I could possibly question His love for all of mankind. I was touched and I want to love and be loved like that.