Check with young mothers. Mommy, I poo-poo. Mommy, I hungwy. Mommy, wherwes my blanky? Mommy, can I go owtside? Mommy, can I come in? Mommy, can I go in and owt? Mommy...mommy...mommy!?!? Oh how Mommy loves it when a grown up drops by or Daddy gets home from work to have grown-up discussions for just a little while. Just talk big talk, that's all she asks!
How do you speak to God? Baby talk or grown up? Is it, God, I poo-poo, God I hungwy so-to-speak? Or, is it God-talk: trying to pray working from His standpoint and tapping into His supply house?
I encourage you God loves a good challenge. Due to our prayers, when does He ever get to flex His God-muscles? When does He get to show His stuff? Could it be we talk baby talk incessantly to Him? Could it be we pray with our view of possibility as the prayer's boundary? I think we have small-prayed so long we have forgotten His call to just try to imagine. Dream when you pray.
I remind you He said He could do more than we can imagine or think. Therefore, pray beyond your assumption and realm of your own imagination. Thrust your prayers into your highest possible imagination and expect God to respond exceedingly beyond that. I think we pray too low. Let's begin to talk God's language giving Him opportunity to show His robust and creative powers.