I could write about a thousand different topics today. My annoyance with my computer that constantly misses letters so I look like I’m dyslexic. The multiple ways Little Man has turned anything that’s not a toy into a toy. Or even my most recent adventures in diaper changes where Little Man turned into a monkey and flung his poop. But none of that seems as important as what’s really been going on in my life.
I have always been a private person when it comes to prayer and my faith. But over the last few months the Lord keeps putting people and conversations into my path about how to live out your faith. From a ‘Faith Bloggers’ session at BlogHer where we discussed our hesitance to call ourselves Faith Bloggers for fear of offending our readers or brands, to the loss of loved ones in my family as well as friends. Most recently, I chatted with some mom friends who felt their marriage was under attack by the devil. All this to say that although I may feel uncomfortable talking about this subject I know this is what the Lord has called me to do.
Not many of you know that I am involved in MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers). It’s an amazing organization that has been a source of encouragement for me since I joined last February. I have so appreciated the meetings, and being…well…me, I jumped at the chance to join leadership (I know not a big surprise here ;).) So this year I am a table leader. I didn’t think it would be that big of a commitment and figured my basic duties would be planning get-togethers with the other moms at my table. But after the leadership retreat and planning sessions I quickly realized the importance of this role. I am not just setting up playdates but am responsible for pointing these women to Christ. They are to be shown the love of Christ through my actions and genuine care for their wellbeing as a parent, wife and woman. So how could I do this when I felt so spiritually void? I am ashamed to say I felt like I was a lukewarm Christian, the kind God has the biggest problem with!
“I know your works: you are neither cold nor hot. Would that you were either cold or hot! So, because you are lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold, I will spit you out of my mouth.” – Revelation 3:15-16
I have never been a prayer warrior in my life, and to be honest quiet times with the Lord just didn’t exist. My husband and I have been lazy in our spiritual walk together and individual relationships with the Lord. I could not enter into such a responsibility for MOPS and feel like such a hypocrite. I was no longer happy with my surface-y faith and mediocre relationships. If I was to be salt and light to these women I needed to ACTUALLY BE salt and light! Something needed to change.
So here enters prayer. My husband and I have often said we needed to be praying together but it was time to put our money where our mouth was. We began writing down a prayer list every Sunday night. Each night we made the decision to pray after the baby goes down but BEFORE we do anything else (nothing is worse than praying at 11pm while your eyes are heavy). Every night the list grew to not only include our needs but those of people we would meet throughout our day. A friend who is questioning their relationship with the Lord, a family member needs healing, a co-worker whose mother is dying. And each night the list would grow. By Friday night we had two pages worth of prayer and were spending more and more time in the presence of our God. The best part is we have started to see answers to these prayers! Hope has arisen, not because of what WE are doing, but because our eyes have finally been open to see what the LORD is doing!
This is certainly not a “Yeay ME!” post. It’s an embarrassing admittance that it has taken me 30 years to make prayer a priority in my life. A few weeks of prayer does not a habit make. I know the devil will be attacking us as we strive to do the Lord’s work and continuing in the discipline of prayer is the only way to fight back. But being present in the moment, feeling the aliveness of Christ is what it truly means to pray without ceasing.
How many times have I said to a friend “I’m so sorry to hear that, I’ll be praying for you” and then never lifted a word to God? I am ashamed to say too many to count. Now I make a point to say “You will be added to my prayer list” to those that share what they’re going through.
So tell me friends, what things help you make prayer a priority?