Something Occurred To Me About Prayer

Sometimes I take prayer for granted.

On Friday I have a job interview. I found out recently and, unusually for me, I asked quite a number of people to pray for me. It’s unusual because I’ve tended to keep such matters close to my chest only informing a few others.

This time, however, it felt right to connect with people I respect, admire and love and make my needs known to them so they would pray. Not pray for my favoured result, but connect with God in the hope He would communicate and give me wisdom to know how to proceed.

When I did that, something occurred to me that had me crying and trying to resist the urge to burst out in a big old praises (and that was not easy in the middle of Tescos).

God quietly asked me if I knew what I was doing in asking people to pray. He then informed that, in other times in the past, in prayer I open access to the fullness of the presence and power of God.

In prayer I connect with the force that created all things. I tap into energy that overcomes the insurmountable. I immerse myself in the unsearchable riches that brings hope of deliverance.

In prayer I engage in a conversation that our faith pioneers have used to raise the dead, defeat great armies, heal the sick, vanquish spiritual foes, release captives, liberate the addicted, raise and unite a people, see church renewed and revived transforming communities, cities countries – all in Jesus’ Name. All for His Name’s Sake.

I recalled the power of prayer in my life miraculously providing and healing time and time again.

All of that was just overwhelming to me. Here I was directing all that to a job interview. Talk about perspective.

So I pray believing. Believing there is nothing too hard for our God. Believing that He is a rewarder of those that diligently seek Him. Believing that He is the reward of those that trust Him. Believing He is greater than all. Believing He is my all.

Please pray with me so that we can see Him glorified in all of our lives.

Please pray without ceasing.

For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
C. L. J. Dryden

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