I don’t know about you, reader, but I often fail to commit myself to a consistent prayer life. I don’t know why I struggle in this way. Perhaps my soul is a lazy soul. Or perhaps I am so gripped with fear and worry at various circumstances, that I do all I can but pray concerning them.
I have always prayed kneeling. Ever since I first received Christ by simple faith as an eleven year old boy, I have knelt. I don’t think this will cause my prayers to be heard by God, than otherwise in some other posture. But in my personal place and space, behind closed doors, it is my own way of showing respect and reverence for God my Father.
But whenever I do pray, I really believe that God is listening to my every word. I can become before the throne of the God of the whole universe, and my concerns will be heard by the Father, through his Son Jesus Christ.
When I think about it, this is genuinely a complete mystery. The Bible says that, compared to God, “All the nations are a drop in a bucket” (Isaiah 40:15). And yet we as individuals, according 1 John 5:14, can have confidence that God so cares for each of us individually that we can approach him, and, “if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us.”
So I think prayer is a great privilege, and an honour. God doesn’t need to hear us. There aren’t set prayer times. We can come to our Father whenever we need to, and he will always listen, with a smiling face, to give us grace in our time of need.