At that time,then, she spread out her hands, and facing the window, poured out her prayer. Tobit 3:1-11a,16-17
I am a jug full of prayer. I gradually and timidly begin to empty myself, drop by drop, into the heart of God. Then someone bumps me from behind. I lose control and the prayers in my jug pour out unrestrained. God's heart is so big, it can handle the rush of my poured-out prayer. I am left empty, patiently waiting for God to fill me with His answer.