—Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest (4 May,"Vicarious Intercession")
Push me to the wall and, depending on the wall and the push, the last thing my flesh wants to do is pray. I'll go for thinking and overthinking, trying to fix things, running away as if my life depended on it, or running after any addiction or sin that makes the empty promise of deliverance for a time. Prayer isn't in that list. Amazing how pitifully I pray, in fits and starts, running before the Throne of Grace to shout or whisper a couple of feverish, hurried sentences, then running away to go do what I want and to avoid the possibilities: hearing Him if He speaks or the silence if He does not.
Still more amazing that His Spirit intercedes for me, in my weakness, turning my groans into something holy and pleasing to God. He hears me because He wants to, because He loves me. That's amazing grace.
He's changing what I want, too, for myself and for others. What it means to love is sometimes so very different than the ways my affections want to go. To want what God desires for others always involves a cross, sooner or later. He took His up willingly, and so must I. He died there, and so must I. He trusted His Father, my Abba, to raise Him from the dead, and so must I.