I have an ongoing prayer request that makes me sound like a broken record.
Ever heard a vinyl record with a deep scratch? The phonograph needle gets stuck in the crack so the same lyric or tune gets repeated over and over and over.
I’m a weary prayer warrior…losing patience…losing hope…for the people I’ve been praying for all these years.
O ye, woman, of little faith.
That’s how I feel sometimes when I open my dog-eared prayer journal, write the same prayer requests down, and remind God that according to His Word:
“He is more than able.”
“Nothing is impossible for Him.”
I KNOW God loves the people I’m praying for, and can use all things for good; to draw them to Christ and mold them into His likeness.
I KNOW the Lord can restore broken lives. For I’ve heard the testimony of Christians whose chains were broken and they were set free from sin, shame, bad habits, and despair.
I KNOW, but do I BELIEVE.
Or maybe, if I was a squeakier wheel, I’d get the grease.
I need to keep knocking like that old woman in the Bible who kept pestering the judge till he got out of bed and opened the door.
Only, I’ve been pestering God for a decade—pounding my fist, down on my knees begging Him—to no avail.
Ever been there?
Been so discouraged by what you see in people’s lives, that you don’t know how to pray? Or maybe you’ve given up prayer.
After I watched the movie The War Room, I vowed to pray more, pray harder,and claim God’s promises for someone. A month went by and nada!
Things got worse.
I thought the power of my prayers would persuade the Lord to make everything alright, overnight. After all, it worked in that movie.
LIfting their problems to the Lord, trusting Him to act, submitting to the consequences of their actions. I won’t spoil the story ( I’d encourage you to watch it) but hey, I’m still waiting for my happy ending.
I’m waiting and weary, but I won’t stop praying because C.S. Lewis was right when he said,
“I pray because I can’t help myself. I pray because I’m helpless. I pray because the need flows out of me all the time, waking and sleeping. It doesn’t change God, it changes me.”
Prayer changes me because…
- Even though God doesn’t answer my prayers according to my expectations, I know there’s a bigger, eternal picture that I can’t see.
- Even though, there’s a lack of evidence that God is working in someone’s life, I know He will complete the work He began in them, and me.
- Even though I’m bewildered, I know God loves His children with an everlasting love. He’s called us to pray for one another. Not become their god.
Therefore, I can praise God and trust Him….
Even in this—seemingly endless prayer request.
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