The Lord is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer;
My God is my rock, in whom I take refuge.
He is my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
I call to the Lord, who is worthy of praise,
And I am saved from my enemies
My mother and her sisters have always been powerful prayer warriors. When they pray they leave no issue unmentioned, no hurt uncomforted, and no burden unloaded at the cross. I have grown to respect these women and have learned to not only lean on them, but to also emulate their ways.
It wasn’t always like that. Even after becoming a Christian, although I knew that prayer was important, I realize that I often spoke good words instead of really praying. I was not too much into public speaking and so I just felt like shrinking into myself when they needed someone to bless the offering, or when it was my turn to pray in devotions. I recall most of our family devotions to be slightly comical when my mother would start praying. Like most children, my three sisters and I were always in a hurry to get it over with so that we can get back to what we were doing. We would peek out of one eye and giggle when my mother kept praying on and on and on. Our 1-2 minute prayers paled in comparison to hers.
It was my mother’s routine to pray before every road trip or every trip back to college. I have one aunt in particular that insists on praying with us at the end of most or every phone conversation. No matter how much of a rush we were in, or if there was another phone call, she would pray. Back then, I knew that prayer was important, but I never truly realized how much.
Recently, we had a powerful prayer session at our church. It was an awesome experience for me. As the Pastor prayed, I remembered my mother and her sisters. I thought about the prayers before the road trips, I thought about the prayers at the end of the phone calls, and I thought about how much I have come to depend on them. I realized that I now seek them out instead of the other way around. Most importantly, I thanked God for the prayers of others that have kept me alive and well over the years. Every successful event, obstacle, burden, desire, or even mistakes were covered because I have a network of praying people who call me by name daily. It is because of them that I know to give it all to God and how to try to be a blessing in the lives of others.
So, when you truly come to realize that your conversations with God are your most powerful source of guidance, you’ll find that you talk to Him while you’re driving, while you’re cooking, and even while you exercise. He’ll be the first and the last person you “talk to” every day.
Amen! Prayer is the key to God's heart. I believe it's a two way communication. We pour our hearts out to God, and we also must be willing to "listen" to His answer. It's hard to "hear" Him when we are distracted by so many things around us clamoring for our attention. The best prayer moments I have were those quiet moments alone with Him. But you are right, we can pray anytime, anywhere. Like breathing, prayer must be without ceasing. Blessings, Gloria
Shakera, this is a well written piece. Mind set is at that place right now and I echo Gloria's sentiments. 'Prayer is the key to God's heart.' Thanks for sharing and keep on praying -- it sure does bring us closer to God. Bless you!