Talking with the Lord

I can talk with him, lift prayers to him, all through the day. He’s always there.

by - Posted on Jun 5, 2014

Stories of Faith blogger Shawnelle Eliasen's chalkboard messages to her husband

But God has surely listened and heard my voice in prayer. (Psalm 66:19)

We have a chalkboard in the kitchen. It hangs on the back of the door. It’s impossible to miss. And it holds fragments of communication between Lonny and me.

Today’s pass-along information:

Lonny: Help Samuel with slopes and integers

Lonny: Look at Isaiah’s stitches–they seem red

Shawnelle: Baseball at five o’clock–diamond three

Lonny and I are fortunate to have a marriage that is solid and strong. But we’re pulled in a million directions a million times a day. There are things I need him to know. Things he needs to share with me. We’ve learned to not trust our memories to record information that we need to pass along. There’s too much input. So much going on. Important FYI’s would get lost in the day’s busy flow.

But if we communicate via chalkboard, the information will be relayed.

I’m so grateful that my relationship with God is not like that at all. I can talk with him, lift prayers to him, all throughout the day. Long prayers of the heart. Bullet-prayers when I’m frazzled and frayed. He’s always there. Always available. Imagine that: creator of the universe lending an ear to me! He’s Lord of all, yet he wants me to communicate with him. There’s no note reminding us to talk later. No chalkboard or notepaper to pass along important things.

There are only spontaneous whispers of the heart, prayers, praises and pleas, lifted to him all throughout the day.

Then there are the times when he speaks. Tender times at His Word, when the Holy Spirit illuminates a passage and I know, in the deep part of my heart, that God is speaking to me.

I’m so thankful to Jesus, who made the way for this communication with his blood.

I love the chalkboard in the kitchen, the scribbles and communication and life that it holds, but I do look forward to days when life won’t be quite so wild. Lonny and I will sit together more, talk long and often, share the ins-and-outs. And we’ll put that chalkboard away.

But my on-the-spot sharing with God? That, because of his grace, I’ll keep.

Father, thank you for hearing my prayers–and for talking with me. Amen.

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