It can be as elaborate as a full choir donning robes and showcasing four-part harmonies in a sanctuary lit by a thousand candles.

Or as simple as a guitar plucking the simplest of tunes by a fireside.

It can be as deep as a month-long silent retreat.

Or as simple as a plea whispered in the laundry room, wishing there weren’t so much of it.

Prayer is, really and only, a conversation. Spoken, or not.

At best, it does not follow a formula. No matter what they told you in Sunday School.

Petition, contrition, thanksgiving, adoration – these are the “official” types of prayer, at least in some schools of thought.

But defining a conversation limits it, and prayer is – really and only – a conversation – within a relationship.

With God. Or, if you’d prefer the term, a “higher power”.

Or Elohim. Or El-Shaddai. Or Yahweh. Jehovah. Adonai. Abba. Jesus.

And honestly? Sometimes, words aren’t enough. Sometimes you’ve been through a couple – or almost a couple – of years of a pandemic, and words just aren’t enough.

Which is, I believe, why God – or Elohim, or Adonai, or Jesus, or She – gave us music.

~xo,
LuAnne