I sigh and open my eyes. It hasn’t been five minutes and I’m already weary. What’s the point of praying?
In the wake of discouragement like this, I wonder what it would feel like to daily long for prayer and walk away with tangible joy. It’s hard for me to believe prayer is a road to change since God doesn’t answer in audible, immediate ways like a human would. I wish I could naturally desire prayer like Jesus did, who frequently retreated for prolonged bouts of isolation to do so (Luke 5:16; 6:12). What I do know is that Jesus is the key to my doubts. Qui-Gon Jinn made this clearer to me.
