When my college roommate and I manage to arrange a date for lunch together, it’s never soon enough. Anticipation builds long before the day arrives. By the time I reach the designated restaurant and we’re finally face-to-face, words tumble out. Sometimes we struggle to take turns talking and listening, but we do it with joy.
What do we talk about? Everything! Our families. What God has been doing in our lives. Stress. Our aches and pains. Our joys. Church. Politics. The food. What’s eating up all our time. Reminiscences. Hopes. Prayer requests (if we haven’t figured them out by now).
We consult “don’t forget” lists and jot down things to remember to pray about as we talk.
Sometimes, just as we’re getting ready to wind down and pay the check, we veer off on a tangent, reluctant to leave anything out. Occasionally, we have to settle for “remind me to tell you about such and such”… or “I’m going to try and remember to send you that video…”.
We definitely don’t do it often enough.
Whatever happens, I know I’m loved and that she’ll remember to pray for me, informed by that messy encounter known as fellowship.
I worry less after leaving some of my burdens with this dear friend.
No matter if she forgets half of what I’ve said. The Holy Spirit the third party at our table and heard the prayer that was our messy conversation. That same Spirit will prompt my friend to pray for me when I need it. And nudge me on her behalf, as well.
Messy and wonderful like my time with Jesus can be.
When I’m with the Lord, a jumble of words can tumble out, and I don’t have to worry about His reaction.
I can talk about anything with Jesus. My family and friends. How I feel about His work in my life. My worries. About getting old. What I’m excited about. Church stuff. Politics. My worries, again! Strength and wisdom to do what I need to do. The memory prompted by a smell, a sight, or a song. Hopes. All punctuated with occasional “I love You’s.”
And no, it’s not Adoration, Confession, Thanksgiving, and Supplication.
Even so, I know He loves to hear my voice, since He’s called me His friend.
I want to cultivate more messy conversations with the Lord.
Yes, I need to work on listening as much as I talk.
I’ll keep talking as I learn to listen.