But I digress. I actually stumbled upon these verses when I was researching prayer and they stuck with me. I just love the last part of verse 27: God heard them, for their prayer reached heaven, his holy dwelling place. Oh, it just gives me the warm and fuzzies. His holy dwelling place. Can you picture it? I can, only when I do it’s not so much I see in my head that gets me, but the feeling I imagine must be present. It’s like when you’re in a bible study and you can just feel His presence. When the reality of that verse wherever two or more are gathered in my name…that you know He is there. The whole atmosphere changes. I can only imagine that is what His heaven feels like. And I can’t wait to witness it first hand
But I digress again! Stick with me sister, I’m getting to my point, I promise! So I’ve been thinking a lot about prayer lately and for a lot of different reasons. It started when someone very near and dear to me (I’ll not go into more detail than that as I don’t know who all knows at this point) dad was diagnosed with cancer. They are in the tricky stages of diagnosis and treatment right now, and prayers for wisdom and health have been on the forefront of my mind. Then another friend was recently hospitalized for an infection that is not responding well to antibiotics. She has a brand-new babe, and I know that her heart is breaking to be away from her little one, not to mention the pain she faces and the fear of what may be to come. Another friend is working through medical issues as well, and I have constant prayers shooting up for family as well. It seems like this week has been a prayer-a-thon, and there are so many needs out there that need to be met.
In my own life I’ve been craving prayer as well. I am on the cusp of some big decisions that have been weighing on my mind and I have been wrestling daily in prayers for guidance and wisdom. Which is such a difficult thing for me. I’m a pretty cut and dry girl. I don’t beat around the bush a whole lot (in case you haven’t noticed). I’ve got more of a get in, get it done, and get out mindset. But that’s not how God works. Especially in my life. (Remember, I stopped praying for patience a long time ago. I got tired of waiting 🙂 So I’ve been praying, and waiting, and realizing that my needs are so insignificant in comparison to the other prayers for others I’ve got weaving through my mind. And yet, tonight I was so blessed. In talking to a woman I know about one of my own decisions, out of the blue she told me that she’s been praying for me. Praying that the right doors open for my family, and that the decisions we need to make come easy. It blew me away. It had never occurred to me that I would be in her prayers, and in such a way that is so genuine and open, and it melted my heart.
But isn’t that the beauty of prayer? It doesn’t take talent or expertise. It takes a willing and open heart. It can influence those around you, it can help a hurting heart. Prayer heals the sick, and gives comfort to the grieving. It can be a public proclamation, or completely anonymous. So pray. Pray big. Pray strong. Pray brave and pray fervently. Because you never know how much difference your one prayer can make in a person’s life. And because, most of all, God hears them because they reach His holy dwelling place.
Do you have a prayer request (or 10?) Feel free to leave them here. You don’t have to leave your name, but leave your prayer and I’ll pray for you!