My alarm went off way too early after another rough night of baby girl not sleeping well.
Can I just say I loathe time changes? As my eyes adjusted to the light, a blurry alert showed on my phone’s screen. A voice message from my friend on the other side of the world.
All morning while I got the kids ready for school, I wondered what she said. This friend never sent me voice messages. Texts, maybe, but this was unique.
After dropping the boys off I finally got a free moment, and I walked to the bay window, looking out into early morning light. I listened. My eyes teared up when I heard her words.
You see, last week I asked several friends to pray for a family member who’s struggling. After years of praying on my own, my petitions feel weak and floundering. I search for the right things to say and feel like I’m drowning in a sea of empty pleas.
A few days before I received my friend’s message, I simply said, “God, I don’t know what to pray anymore. Please just intervene.”
And that was enough.
The evening after coming to God with what I felt was a fruitless appeal, he stirred my heart to pray this person would see his life has value. To see that despite all the bumps, mistakes and pain, his life was worth saving.
So I did. And as I looked out the window into the light that morning, my friend said, “I believe his life was value.” My heart beat faster and my eyes welled up.
Thank you, Jesus.
She went on, referring to a passage in Mark 5, where a demon-possessed man isolated himself to the tombs. This man was a complete outcast, cutting himself and living among the dead, and yet valuable to the King of Kings. Jesus saw him and deemed his life worth saving.
At one word from Jesus, thousands of spirits left this person and entered a herd of pigs. And the man’s life was forever changed. Other’s lives were changed, too, when they heard his testimony.
And he went away and began to proclaim in the Decapolis how much Jesus had done for him, and everyone marveled.
Mark 5:20 ESV
All this time I wondered if my prayers were making a difference, and on a cold Tuesday morning, God spoke loud and clear.
Keep coming to me.
Keep praying what you’re praying.
I will. God, I will.
Friend, I will be the first to say I don’t see the answers to the prayers I praying right now. It’s beyond frustrating. It’s wringing-my-hands, screaming-at-the-sky infuriating at times.
But that morning by the window, God showed me that he is listening. He is working on our behalf and moving in ways we can’t see. He faithfully prompted my heart to come to him with the words needed. And he will do the same for you.
So when your hope is drying up, keep praying.
When you’re all out of words, keep praying.
When you’re not sure it’s making a difference, keep praying.
Praying isn’t about always getting the answers we want. It’s about having a divine encounter with the One who hears.
He will use your clumsy appeals whether you realize it or not. Sometimes we just need a gentle nudge to keep coming to his throne.