Love is the language of Your invention, Lord God Almighty. Teach me the nuances of its divine inflection. Help me discern the subtle accent of Your Spirit as it manifests in the daily occurrences around me. Deliver me from faulty misunderstanding and terribly timed apprehension. Let me run into the fortress of Your Word for translation of life’s more difficult events. I need Your interpretation of things, Lord God, not mine. Touch my lips with the inspiration to praise You. Move my heart with the motivation to worship. I want the totality of my being to be wholly Yours. I wait upon You for salvation, Lord. I listen for Your voice above the cacophony of sounds perpetually assaulting my soul. Rid me of anxiety and distress. Teach me the language of love that speaks truth and peace to my heart. Etch the knowledge of Your saving grace on my soul through experience. Only You can keep the lines of communication open when I become distracted. Speak Lord. Your servant listens. Under the canopy of the mighty Word in Isaiah 50:4-5 and the authority of Christ, I bow in prayer.

The Lord Yahweh has given me the tongue of those who are taught,
    that I may know how to sustain with words him who is weary.
He awakens morning by morning,
    he awakens my ear to hear as those who are taught.
The Lord Yahweh has opened my ear.
Isaiah 50:4-5, WEB