I lay stomach down in a sleeping bag at a retreat center in my town as I type away on my iPhone 5. I hear the air conditioner rumbling, bunk mates snoring, and plumping rattling. The retreatants will arrive tomorrow. At this time I should be asleep, but thoughts race through my head. It is almost as if I stand in the middle of a highway while cars whizz by.
My prayer is the same that it has been for months: “Reveal yourself to me.”
I’ve lost contact. I’ve forgotten to touch base. I never call.
My prayer life is dry. Is it because I am in the midst of a spiritual desert? Or is it because I don’t put enough into it?
Is there some magic prayer that will fix all my problems and patch up my relationship with my Creator?
I am dry.
I am empty.
I am restless.
I am here…
But he is here with me.