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Relational God

My most recent blog had to do with the purpose of prayer. In a conversation about this while in the middle of writing said blog, I was enlightened to an analogy of prayer I hadn’t thought of before. God is our Father, and regardless of His omniscience (all-knowing ability) He is a relational God, and in His role as Father He wants to hear from His children.

In any relationship we want to hear how our friends, children, significant others, etc. are doing, feeling, thinking, and experiencing. No one wants to hear second-hand that their best friend got that job they interview for, or that their closest relative got engaged and failed to tell you right away, or that your child made the honor roll and didn’t excitedly come to tell you when they got home from school.

Yes, God already knows what we’re thinking, what’s going on in our lives, what were worried about, or what we’re hiding but as our Father He longs to hear from His children. He is a relational God and it is through these interactions that the relationship can grow and be strengthened.

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