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What cannot be expressed

"And the Holy Spirit helps us in our weakness.
For example, we don't know what God wants us to pray for.
But the Holy Spirit prays for us with groanings that
cannot be expressed in words."
Romans 8:26 (NLT)



I love that this Scripture shows how deeply connected God is to us.

It says that the Holy Spirit utilizes the part of us that cannot be expressed in words.  What it's talking about is the deepest, most primitive part of our human psyche.  It is talking about the part of the brain that operates without logic and narrative.  

God is intimately connected to us in our deepest joys and sufferings.  He touches the places that we keep hidden from others.  Even from ourselves.  Have you ever cried, groaned, wailed out of a deep place?  You know there are no words to accompany your tears?  You may not even have understanding about what you are feeling?  

God knows.  I love that God does not have the expectation that we figure it out.  He does not expect for us to put words or logic to our emotion.  He allows us to wallow around in our snot and tears.  He allows us to grieve.  Without us saying a word, He hears us.  

There are too many words.  Too many people trying to logically explain our suffering.  Too many articles and posts.  Too many documentaries and talk shows.  We've become too "educated" for our own good.  

God wants us to remain like children.
Children feel.  They are weak and in need of comfort.
They groan.




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