Silent prayers hurl a dart and then it is done, brief, inward, and yet prevailing with God. As in the innermost shrine, in the Holy of Holies of your own secret soul, there do you pray, and the Father who sees in secret hears. Many times in a day may we speak with the Lord our God in such a way, and these quiet liftings of the heart are a plentiful mother of grace. The calm retreat, the silent shade, these are the workshop where the Spirit helps our infirmities and makes intercession with groanings which cannot be uttered.
We know that the Lord wrote that prayer upon your heart, for all true prayer comes from Him, and especially that least selfish and most Christ-like form, when the suppliant forgets all about himself and pleads on behalf of others. Therefore we will wait upon Him. Though you see the subjects of your supplication going from bad to worse, and though the arrows of the Word seem not to pierce, still persevere. Prayer, mighty prayer, will yet prevail if it has but time. Do not let the Evil One suggest forsaking the closet or giving up private devotion. Spurn the thought with all your might and still cry, both in the daytime and at night, for the Lord will hear.
Thank the Father for His grace indeed, for it is grace that stirs you to this secret work. Your prayer is not a fancy; it is the Holy Spirit’s own intercession. He helps you in supplication by increasing your faith, though you may not feel it. And mark this: intercessory prayer is the sweetest prayer God ever hears. Think of our Great High Priest, in all the incense He puts into the censer, there is not a single grain for Himself. Your silent pleas, returning into your own bosom, are a faint echo of that golden prayer, “Father, keep them.” They are accepted in the Beloved. Quietly muse upon this, and let meditation add its weight until the fabric of discouragement comes tumbling down.
The prayer meeting of the heart needs no outward signs. But oh, beloved, see that your own soul does not hinder the answer. Unholiness stops the prayer. Coldness in our own spirit causes the supplication to drag heavily. Humble yourself before Him, say, “I am a sinful man,” but do not let that humility become unbelief. Say rather, “Come nearer to me, O Lord, for I am sinful and need You near.” Spread your case before Him with the arguments He loves: His covenant, His promises, His own name. Get the promise and then offer the prayer, and it shall be answered as sure as God is God.
So continue with one accord in this secret supplication. You cannot cease from it, for the Lord has made you a remembrancer. Though the answer tarries, though the night seasons find you not silent, though you cry in the daytime and He seems not to hear, still your prayer will return into your own bosom, and in His time it shall spring forth into blessing. He will yet pour out the grace for which you silently wait.