Every time I blog or write I pray over my hands. I pray over my hands for clarity, wisdom, and for people to see the work of God through my words. But yesterday I started writing without having a clear understanding from God and it set me back tremendously. I couldn’t think clearly. I couldn’t grasp exactly what point I saw trying to convey and this is all because I didn’t take the time out to pray. My mind was troubled.
It made me question myself. If my mind was troubled because I didn’t take the time out to pray over my hands, what would my day consist of if I didn’t pray in the morning? How would my children behave, if I didn’t pray over their lives? What type of household would I have if the Lord wasn’t the head?
Furthermore, it made me think about my baby brother recent car accident. The driver lost control of the car due to hydroplane. The car went off the roadway, hit the embankment, launched into the air, hit an overpass and then rolled to a stop. His close friend passed away that day but my brother was able to make it out alive with a minor scar. I couldn’t help but to appreciate my grandmother daily prayers.
Blessed are my children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren they shall be taught of the Lord and great shall be their peace.
If she didn’t pray for us the way she does, would I still have my brother? What would our lives be like if we didn’t have praying loved ones? This is a question that I do NOT want the answer to because I understand the power of prayer. The power of prayer can transform pain into triumph, death into life, and a drought into a flood.
We live in a world that is so difficult. Between trying to be happy and trying to survive, it’s hard to find a median. Sometimes we wish for someone to come in and save the day. But the rejoicing part is that we do! The Lord is waiting on our voice and our cry. He is waiting on an invitation to step in and save.
You will pray to him, and he will hear you, and you will fulfill your vows.