It is a curious thing about prayer...sometimes it is only afterwards that one can understand what was felt or understood. I had such an experience this morning. Most of the time my prayer is of the kind in which two long-married lovers experience happy silence together. Today, it was more like an experience of urgent longing - in which I understood that the longing was God's, not mine. Obviously, there is more of me yet unsurrendered to God, which God seeks to invade and transform.
Come, Lord Jesus. I would be transparent so that no one sees me, but only you.
Amen and amen.
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