Every morning when my son wakes up and comes out of his room I say to him “Good morning buddy, what did you dream about?” Most of the time he answers me by repeating everything I mentioned in my prayer for him the night before or he says “nothing”. But sometimes he tells me about water buffalos and Easter eggs and Mariokart.
Either way, I’m trusting that as he grows up, he knows I care about his imagination.
I would be annoyed if I asked him that question every morning and he responded…
“My dreams don’t matter. I only want to know your dreams.” or
“Not my dreams, but yours be done.”
But so many times, this is how we approach the Father in prayer. We can easily default to a place of assuming he’s not interested. Even if we do tell him what’s on our heart, we quickly change the subject back to His glory in case He forgets that we really do love Him.