Lately, I have been thinking about a reoccurring instruction, “Pray over everything.” I am not sure when this “direction” first started but at this point it seems to be a stubbornly, pressing message. Do you pray over everything?
But Jesus often withdrew to lonely places and prayed. —Luke 5:16
Do I pray over everything? No. I am getting better about doing so, but I am not there yet. As I grow in this area, I am noticing that I am becoming more aware about the thoughts and words that I have and say…and do not say. This is important because thoughts and words are powerful.
Interestingly, as I become more intentional about deepening my prayer life I have noticed that more and more people are sharing with me that they have been praying for me. Isn’t that interesting? Is it coincidental? Nah. God knows that I now have a greater understanding of what it means to be prayed for. That understanding helps me understand why it is important for me to be adamant about praying regularly.
I am here—alive today—because people prayed for me, even when I could not or would not pray for myself…not just one time, but repeatedly. Not only am I here, but I am present and purposeful because of the power of prayer. OOOOOOOOOH, you all do not know what the prayers of the righteous have done for me!
In addition to receiving the prayers of others, I have prayed for myself. I have seen God answer my prayers by making a way for me when I saw no way; I have rested in His peace when chaos relentlessly whirled around; I have seen Him move what some considered unmovable; I have watched Him bring the right person into my life at the right time to help keep me on the right path. He has fed me, comforted me, protected me, and blessed me all in the face of my enemies. Guess what, I continue to pray and He continues to do so.
A few years ago, I heard one of my grandmother’s pray for the first time. I have only heard her pray a few times, but every time I am amazed. Her prayers are so powerful that they demand attention; They are so spiritually strong that tears are often called to roll down my cheeks on the spot. I can only hope that God hears my prayers and smiles upon them as I do my grandmother’s. I can only hope that when He hears me, He recognizes me as one of His as my grandmother recognizes me as one of hers.
As I reflect, I know that the days are gone when I would simply repeat the same prayers over and over—you know, the ones we learn as children. I care too much to robotically recite prayers. I need to be more like Jesus and often withdraw to quiet spaces and pray. Spiritual warfare is serious. The power of prayer—individually and collectively—is more than a neutralizer. Contrarily to what people think they see, it has the power to manifest VICTORY…..EVERYTIME!