I’ve been told that I’m a low talker. Because of this, I’m sometimes hard to understand. I have to speak up, and enunciate more clearly, if I want to be heard. My kids get embarrassed when we are in a drive thru because I talk extra loud to make sure I’m understood. I also do the same thing when I am on a speaker phone. It’s as if because I can’t see the person, and they can’t see me, I have to speak louder to make myself heard.
When it comes to writing, however, I’m able to make myself clear with words. I use my desktop computer for most of my writing. I like to watch the words appear on the screen as I type out my thoughts. It seems to be the only way I can keep up with what I’m thinking. The faster a story flows out of me, the faster I type.
It’s a lot different from when I took typing class in high school. “Eyes on copy” were the words that started each practice session. I was supposed to look at the letter I was typing instead of watching where my fingers were on the keyboard. Because I wanted to both look at the paper and watch myself type, I was very slow. I was also not very accurate. I think my fastest timed writing test, without errors, was 21 words per minute.
It’s funny how with such a bad beginning, I became one of the fastest typists in an office where I later worked. Fifteen years after high school, my timed typing test was 90 words a minute.
Being able to type that fast allows my fingers to keep up with my thoughts. There are times, though, when my hands and wrists get tired after typing for several hours.
I thought the answer to that problem was to buy a dictation program. I’d thought about getting one for a long time. I was excited to finally purchase it last year. It didn’t take long for me to realize it was not going to work for me.
Apparently, my computer can’t understand me, either. The words that I dictated came up all wrong in the document. I spent hours editing the few paragraphs I managed to write. It didn’t take too long for me to quit using the program.
I’m glad that praying isn’t like that computer program. Whether I speak the words out loud, or say them in my mind, God hears and understands me perfectly.
You have searched me, Lord and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue you, Lord, know it completely.
Lately, I admit that my prayers are a bit of a jumbled mess. I don’t own a TV, so I haven’t been watching the news, but I hear enough conversations and Facebook posts to know that our nation is in turmoil. I don’t know how this will affect me personally, or what it means for my children’s future. So when I try to pray, I don’t know what to say.
I’m thankful that God is unlike my dictation program. He can take my tangled up thoughts, and understand my prayers. And He will answer them, in His own way, and in His time.