Just now, I was having my quiet time. As always, I opened with prayer, asking the Lord to bless the few short minutes I dedicate solely to Him when he deserves so much more than that. Into my prayer crept the line "Help me to be quiet and listen."

I fill my prayers with mindless banter, asking God for miniscule things that, in all reality, are worthless. I use my talks with the Creator of the Universe to ask for things that I want, when He who can do "immeasurably more than we could imagine" takes time to speak to me. My words seem worthless. It was humbling.

Maybe that's why I starting blogging. So my surface level chitchat could leak out here.