For we do not know what we should pray for as we ought,
but the Spirit Himself makes intercession for us” (Romans 8:26).
Brea slipped from her chair at the crowded restaurant and walked around to where I sat. At three, she was a quiet little thing with great blue eyes and wispy brown hair. She climbed into my lap and looked up at me through those sky-blue pools.
The noisy atmosphere vied with Brea’s small voice. She tried to tell me something, so I leaned closer to hear what she was saying.
“We saw the Space Beetle, Grandma.”
“Yeah. It was big.”
Space Beetle. I knew exactly what Brea meant. Our oldest son and his family had recently returned from a vacation in Seattle. Because of my own experiences and the knowledge of their trip, I could translate Brea’s speech and understand her perfectly. She didn’t have to use the right words with me, and I did not say, “You mean the Space Needle?”
Just like God and me. I don’t always use the right words with him, but he’s never told me I said it wrong.
The Psalmist wrote, “He inclined His ear to me” (Psalm 40:1). Today we might say, “He leaned down to hear my small voice and listened to what I was saying.”
Brea whispered into my ear again: “I can sing a song, Grandma.”
“Will you sing it for me?”
“Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are.” The time-worn tune never sounded prettier.
God knows all the songs I sing, too, but I think he likes to hear me sing them anyway.
The Lord delights in our praises and is pleased when we seek his presence. How good it is to crawl up in his lap and pour out our heart to him.
Author/speaker Davalynn Spencer followed the writer’s path from the newspaper crime beat and professional rodeo circuit to college classrooms and national publication. Her inspirational romance, The Rancher’s Second Chance, is available August 2013 from Heartsong Presents. Davalynn and her husband live along Colorado’s Front Range with their Queensland heeler, Blue. www.davalynnspencer.com.