I don’t think I’ve ever seen a better representation of those times when I pray and nothing coherent comes out. It feels like every thought in my head converges at once to the place where I’m trying to talk with God.

A lot of my prayers probably end up as jumbled as the letters in a bowl of alphabet soup, but the amazing part is that God hears beyond the words and sighs and groans to the heart of the matter beneath.

Sometimes, the words flow like they’re coming from somewhere else, almost like God is praying to God through me. Other times, I do good to get two words out before my mind wanders and my train of thought completely derails.

But even still, I pray. And so should you.