Prayer…A Legacy Passed On
The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds. 2 Corinthians 10:4
I grew up in an atmosphere of prayer. From the time I was born, there were people praying for me. I know of two of them, for sure. My Godmother has always been earnest and consistent in her prayers for me…and my Grandmother, well she prayed day and night. I and all my siblings and our parents were absolutely at the top of her prayer list.
As a family, we weren’t particularly prayerful. We usually said a quick blessing over our food…and we went to church regularly. But we didn’t share our prayer requests or concerns, we didn’t praise God together, we didn’t have prayer gatherings.
However, during seven critical years of my life, from age seven to 14, my grandmother lived with us. She was gnarled with painful arthritis, nearly blinded by macular degeneration, unable to walk without the assistance of her trusty cane…
This frail, bent over woman was a mighty prayer warrior!
She sat in our sun parlor in a huge wooden chair with black and white buffalo plaid cushions…and she prayed. That was her work, day in and day out.
When I think of my grandmother, two particular images come to mind…
Grandma is sitting in her chair and a huge line of people, young and old, wait patiently for a chance to place their deepest heaviest prayer burdens in Grandma’s hands. She tells them she will pray for them and they know she will. They leave hopeful, lighter, assured that this intercessor is plugged into The Source.
Another image is Grandma sitting peaceful, meditative, steady in the midst of a swirling storm. While so much chaos surrounds her, she is calm in the midst of the wild winds of life that threaten to overcome. Her anchor is Jesus.
This is my prayer legacy. This set my foundation.
As a result, I prayed often. Quiet prayers in my bed at night, scrawled out prayers in my journal, especially during turmoil. Even loud pleas of Why God Why from time to time.
And so when I grew up, became an adult…when more trouble, more pain came than I could possibly handle alone, I did what I had learned to do. I prayed. And God has answered my prayers, not always the way I want, but He always answers. He answers with inexplicable peace. He answers with His presence. He answers with comfort that I can’t find anywhere else. And sometimes He answers with a miracle--of healing, by orchestrating a circumstance beyond my doing, or by whispering in my ear, “This is the way…walk.”
In my home, there has been an atmosphere of prayer. I have prayed for my children and their schools in a Moms In Prayer group for 21 years. I too have my prayer chair. I too am a prayer warrior…
One of my most fervent prayers is that I have passed this legacy on to my four daughters.
Today, at Circles of Faith, we’re talking about prayer. And we’ve started a Circles Of Faith Prayer page on Facebook. Click here to continue reading…