Vigil

Saturday night was the churches Prayer Vigil. Something I always enjoy. Something that always ends to soon. I love to go in sometime between 1am and 4am. It is so much different being the only one in the building. I love to sit and read the prayer requests left by those who came in before me. It's special to see what weighs on the hearts of my brothers and sisters. Neat to see the differences in how people speak to God, the different prayer styles each person has. It's cute and hopeful to read the prayers of the young. It's reasuring and promising to read the prayers of the elderly. Some people you know and some you don't, but each one believes in communicating with their saviour. Each one could most likely sit down and site time and again how God moved on behalf of their requests or someone they know. I could. After reading their praises and petitions and spending time speaking on each of their requests, the time comes to write my own. By then I'm almost out of time.

I love it, the whole thing. The only let down is when my time is up. Their is so much to say and so much to hear if you listen.

Prayer is a daily thing and often several times a day, but on these specific nights it seems different. Maybe it's the setting, maybe it's the time of night. Maybe it's the things left behind by the ones who came before, maybe it's the thought of the ones that have yet to come. Truth is, it's all of these things. That night is only different in those ways, for God will hear my words and know what is on my heart as much tonight as he did then. Comforting...