So, if you follow Abigail over on her blog, you will have definitely already read the post that you are about to see here. I asked her to do a guest post for me, and she graciously agreed, but since I have bad connectivity over here, it ended up on her site before I did mine!
But at any rate, I still absolutely had to share it with you. I met Abigail through blogging way back in the day when I first converted, and she was still blogging as a Christian hijabi.
I am so glad to have made her acquaintance when I did, and we have both witnessed so much change and growth in the years that followed. I was honored to be one of the sisters to witness her official shahada when she converted to Islam.
She has always been an inspiration to me, ma shaa Allah, but one thing that I have always loved was her story with prayer. She struggled for a long time with it, and seeing her persistence and how much she loved it despite the difficulty, always makes me pause to think about how I treat my own five daily prayers.
I do hope you will enjoy her post, and for sure go follow her blog if you aren’t already! You can find the original article here.
For many years I was a very good Christian girl. I prayed and read my Bible and Bible commentary every morning before doing anything else. I always had words to pray, so many words. I also prayer journaled, which for those who don’t know is where you write out prayers to God in a notebook. When my massive spiritual crisis began in 2014, I was at a loss for words. I didn’t know what to say to God. I wasn’t angry at Him, just speechless. But I asked God to guide me. I began reading the Quran, and from the first time I read the Fatiha I began to pray it in English in the many moments that I seemingly had nothing to say to God.
It wasn’t that I didn’t have anything to say to God. I had so many feelings and thoughts bottled up inside that I wanted to let out in prayer, but when I bowed my head and closed my eyes I couldn’t seem to put those feelings into words. God seemed distant and deaf. I couldn’t help but wonder why He’d bother listening to me – or even if He would at all. Time and again, I turned to the Fatiha. It gave me the words I didn’t have. It summed up everything I wanted to ask of God. Continue reading “Guest Post: My Journey to Prayer”