It is a disquieting comfort to realize that any stammering self-focused vulgarities rashly uttered and tossed into the ether posing as prayer have no actual purchase in the throne room of heaven. Only after my spiritless spate is heavy edited by the gracious intercession of the indwelling Holy Spirit can the actual verity of my heart be signed with the name of Jesus; only filtered by mediating grace are my prayers worthy of presentation to the King's ears.
Father, Thank you for interceding, sanctifying my prayers with Holy unutterable groanings, parsing the attitude of my heart into something that praises you in the presence of the heavenly hosts. Father, please direct your Holy Spirit to continually sanctify my heart so my prayers need less and less editing. Teach me to speak sincere praises and genuine thanksgiving to you in ways that bring Glory to Your Name.
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