“…..be constant in prayer.” Romans 12:12b (ESV)
Standing near the back of the room, I heard the whispers of Jesus girls praying to the Father. It was the sweetest, most precious moment. The soft hush, the held hands, the arms locked and circled together. Heads bowed. Hands raised. Mouths praising, worshipping, speaking, asking – absolutely priceless. After the craziness of a work day, a refreshing aroma from those sitting at the feet of Jesus together – seeing hope ignited.
Love the way prayer can happen anywhere at any time. Love the ease of open hearts calling out to the One who can change us from the inside out. Love the open invitation to come just as we are tired, lonely, wounded, hopeless and rejected. Love the whispers that cry out in faith, trusting without sight and releasing heavy burdens.
Don’t know why we seem to make prayer so complicated when Jesus simply says, Come. No special formula or perfect words just hearts eager to hear, listen and share. Simple conversations. Jesus girls telling Him about all our trials, joys, excitement and fears. Releasing yesterdays and grabbing hope for tomorrows. Asking for the second, third and fourth time….waiting in expectation. Venting what He already knows and has seen yet confident He’s listening again and again.
Can’t imagine the joy expressed when God hears our whispers. When He sees us coming together praying for each other. The hum of voices in total sync, perfect harmony lifting one another up must bring much pleasure to our God. Wonder, if like me, He stands back in awe and breathlessly takes in the beauty of His girls locking arms in prayer?
“Father, thank You for giving me just a glimpse of how precious prayer is in Your sight. May we never neglect the invitation to talk with You.”
For His Glory
Janet Martin
TRBC Women’s Life
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