It was 2:30 A.M. and I awoke with an urgency in my spirit like never before. I needed to pray for my son. Our son Caleb was in Indonesia at the time so I laid in bed and prayed. “Lord please be with him.” I thought I could go back to sleep but there was no way. My soul was restless with urgency and I began to cry, and cry out to our mighty God for his safety, his health, over and over again. It was a good 45 minutes to an hour before I had peace and could go back to bed.
I want to welcome as many of your stories as I can so on this Saturday, and if it works out, all the Saturdays to come, I’m hosting a link-up post sharing extravaganza.
I believe in the power of prayer. I believe that prayer works and I couldn’t be convinced otherwise. I know several people who are praying for me right now. Either because I asked them to or just because they’re good to me like that. They are praying over me to have hope, to have peace, to sustain, to allow God to continue writing my story. I am praying for them too.
As I sat watching the movie War Room with a girlfriend this weekend, I was stirred. My soul longs for a deeper, more passionate prayer life. I found that I was becoming distracted by THE ROOM. The prayer closet. “How cool is that”, I thought. I have been privileged to know women for years that have a prayer room or prayer closet but it never really stirred my soul to make my own prayer closet until I saw this movie.
Empty Plate . Full Heart 