I had a cool experience a while ago and I felt I should share.
Once upon a time, (now upon a time...) I was in the process of learning the German language. I love German. It's a fantastic language. But that's not the point here...
The point is, at one time in my studies I was speaking the language so often that my thoughts turned to German as well. That happens every once in a while, I enjoy it. Anyways, as I went to bed that night I knelt down to say my prayers. Since my brain was still in German mode, my prayers came out in German as well.
I don't remember what I was praying about, but I do remember the feeling I felt that night. Halfway through my broken-German prayer, I realized that Heavenly Father could understand me perfectly. Not just because he knows German and every other language perfectly. Honestly, I'm sure most of the words I was using were completely made up by me on the spot (it's easy to do that sometimes... and it's kinda fun). Even when I was using my new, non-sense German words to try and convey to my Heavenly Father what I wanted to tell Him, He knew exactly what I was trying to say. How? Because He knows my heart. He knows my intentions, my worries, my fears, and my joys. He knows what I'm trying to say before I can find the words to describe it - whether it be in English or in German. Language is just what we use to express what He already understands perfectly. All that matters to Him is that you are trying to express those thoughts, worries, fears, and joys. He's waiting to bless you, all you have to do is open your mouth, (don't worry, silent prayers are good too when needed), and recognize that He is there, and the blessings are yours. No matter what language you do (or don't) speak.
Verstehen Sie? Gut.
