Talking About Prayer

This is a postscript to yesterday's blog, so to really appreciate this, you'll have to read the other one first.

Remember I said that I was discouraged and tired, but God sent me a message? Well, there was more to the story that I failed to write . . . I think my brain suffers from being too saturated! Anyway, last night I sat down to study and read, and out of nowhere, I remembered something critically important, so I'll have to flashback a moment for you to appreciate how cool this is.

I am serving very soon on an Emmaus team, a group of women who are preparing to serve other women on a religious journey. One of the things we do to prepare for our service to the women and God is to pray for each other faithfully, each day praying for one specific team member and one need of the weekend. Well, as I sat down yesterday, I remembered that the name on the calendar for yesterday's date was mine! I grabbed the calendar to make sure I wasn't mistaken, and I wasn't. All day there had been women praying for me; what grace! As I attempted to process the events of the day and the way Satan came against me, I know this: he was after me, trying to create a sense of darkness because he knew full well that God's intercessors were busy on my behalf. He can't stand it when we are making a difference for God's kingdom, and he wanted to neutralize the prayers of my dear sisters, but in the words of my students, "I don't think so! Not today!"

So the point? Pray, pray, pray, putting on the full armor of God for protection. Read His Word, listen for His voice, and trust Him to take care of you. Pray for yourself and your own needs, and pray for others who need to be lifted up. It absolutely makes a difference.