Have you ever experienced the power of prayer? I have on a number of occasions, and it is a beautiful and miraculous thing! One of the first times I realized the true power of prayer was two years back when I was doing Bible Study Fellowship, or BSF for short. Each week, my BSF leader, Jessie, would ask if I had any prayer requests, and some weeks I would respond back with the things that were heavy on my heart. Myself and my group would pray over these requests weekly. When the study ended, Jessie sent me a list of my prayer requests for the year, something I wasn’t at all expecting to get when asking for those prayers. As I read through my list of requests, I was brought back to the darkness of each moment, but amazed to see that each and every prayer had been answered! And there were some pretty heavy prayers on that list! Ahh, the POWER of PRAYER!
Back in September, my whole world was shaken when Patrick went back to school. It doesn’t sound so bad, and I honestly didn’t think it would be that bad, but it rocked each and every one of us in a different way. Patrick hadn’t fully expected how much work and time would go into going back to school. He didn’t realize that all of his papers and projects would be group papers and projects which would cause him to have to work around others schedules and not his own. He hadn’t anticipated how much time he would spend away from his family, and totally underestimated the hours away when preparing me for the change. He initially thought he would be gone Monday thru Thursday for about 8 hours each day, and maybe some Fridays as well. I prepared myself for that, but most days in the beginning he was gone from 7am-8pm…13 hour days, when I was expecting 8 hour days! It was rough! We went from spending every waking second of the day together for the past year, to hardly anything at all! In that little bit of time we did have together, he was trying so hard to not be exhausted from school, and I was trying so hard not to be angry with him for being away longer than he said he’d be. As bad as it was for us though, it was even tougher on Beau. For the past year while Patrick was out of football, Beau had grown used to his Daddy being home with us. He was used to Daddy playing with him in the ways that only Daddy can (Mommy does NOT have the strength to throw him in the air and catch him again! Mommy does NOT have the energy to chase after him while holding baby sister!) He was used to always having someone to help him immediately, now he had to wait occasionally as I was trying to figure out life juggling two babies for the first time. Each day he’d wallow around the house saying “I want Dada!” over and over again. It was heartbreaking! But it wasn’t so bad, until it got REALLY bad! Beau started to act out on his frustrations, and I was the one who had to field it. He wasn’t listening to me anymore, he was running away from me every time we were in public and started to resist his nap (which I am still battling.) One day he ran into the street next to a really busy street, and that’s when it really got bad for me. His actions were taking a serious toll on my spirit and my actions from these frustrations seriously made me question why God even made me a Mommy to begin with. Basically, the Devil was having a field day with me.
I once read a quote that said “When life knocks you down on your knees, you’re in the perfect position to pray.” That’s exactly where I was, and that’s exactly what I did.
At my church, Gateway, in Franklin, our Pastor, Charlie Weir, encourages movement. I can’t even recall all the number of times he’s asked us to move…move to the front of the church to be prayed over, move onto our knees in prayer right where we were, or even just raising our hands. Growing up in the Catholic Church, where church is so regimented, this spontaneous movement thing is always a challenge for me. I admit, sometimes I felt like I needed to move, but I didn’t. I instead prayed to God to forgive me for not moving, but to help me through my challenge anyhow. In that current situation though, mixed with a perfect sermon, I finally moved! I moved to the front of our church, dropped to my knees and I prayed so hard! I felt hands upon me, and I heard whispers of prayers around me. And you know what? That next week wasn’t perfect by any means, but it wasn’t as bad as the previous week! The following week I was again touched by the sermon, and again was asked to move, so I moved. I stood up from my seat when prompted to, and again, I was prayed over. Again, my week was better than the previous one. I was on an upward swing, and I have been since, and I credit it all to the power of prayer! I can’t explain it, but Pastor Charlie was right, movement matters!
Another extremely cool thing happened to me during this challenging time in my life. My neighbor, Hayley, randomly texted me and asked me how she could be praying for me. This message came to me at a time when I had literally been brought to tears by my reaction to Beau’s behavior. It made me realize just how very little we ask those around us if we can pray for them, and how. It was such a beautiful message to receive, and so needed in that moment! I know God was working through Hayley to help me through my challenging time, and I’m so very thankful for her sweet message that gave me so much hope in my dark moment!
So my question now is, how can I be praying for you? Please write it below in the comments if it’s something you’d like other readers to also pray for, or feel free to private message me your request and I will be sure to add it to my prayer board.
I find it a privilege to be asked to pray for someone. I have my handful of “Prayer Warriors”, people I know will be praying when I ask them to, so being that to someone else is a complete honor!
It’s important to remember that sometimes our prayers won’t be answered as we want them to be answered though. When that happens, it doesn’t mean that God isn’t answering them, He’s just answering them with a “No” or a “Not Now”..see I’m going through that at this exact moment. It’s usually my son who I am praying for to take a nap, but today Beau went down with very little problem, but Greta, my good napper, is resisting today! I prayed for God to put her bed for me, but He said “No” well, hopefully just a “Not Now” – haha…so here I am up with baby girl and writing this blog that has been on my heart for some time. Hopefully the reason Greta isn’t napping is because I am meant to get this out there to help someone else who is struggling and can find hope in this message 🙂 And hopefully once it’s posted she get’s really sleepy so her sick Momma can finally take the nap she so badly needs! 😉
Keep praying, and always remember to send up a thank you for answered prayers! And please, let me know how I can be praying for you!