The Power of Prayer

“We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed;

we are perplexed, but not in despair;

Persecuted, but not forsaken;

cast down, but not destroyed;

Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus,

that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our body.”

-2 Corinthians 4:8-10 (KJV)

This verse just came into my mind when I was praying. I am not going to lie. This morning, I am scared. This morning, I am entering intensive treatment. Those who know me best have asked me this past week if I am ready to do this, if I am prepared to do this. And my answer is yes. Because no matter how scary it is, I know that God will heal me and help me through this.

Quite a few people have asked me if they could put me on prayer lists at their churches. My answer to that is an absolute yes as well.

Why is prayer such an important aspect of my life?

Because it is how I hear God. To me, prayer isn’t necessarily bowing my head or being on my knees. It is being in continual communication with God. It is waking up early and reading His Word. It is opening my ears and eyes to sometimes the subtle messages He sends me (and sometimes He can be very loud).

I have shared this with a few people but last October, I was overcome with an urge to get on my knees and pray. I do not honestly remember the last time I did that. As I prayed, I started to cry and I asked God to take my pride and whatever was not of Him away from me and for Him to transform me into who He wants me to be.

The afternoon of the next day, I suffered a mild concussion and over the next week, I struggled to overcome physical symptoms- stuttering and uncontrollable spasms. I had never had these symptoms in my life before, except for minor tics due to medications.

The doctors were confused. They tried multiple scans, countless medications and nothing helped. My mother said that one night, a doctor came in and prayed for me. My mother said that the doctor told her that sometimes there are things that happen that doctors cannot explain.

The next afternoon, I was talking to my mother and I realized that I could talk clearly again, that the symptoms were gone. I will never forget the expression on the doctor’s face as he came into my room and I was sitting up (something I couldn’t even do during the week).

I do not know why I continue to have these physical symptoms, but what I do know is that prayer works. And having the physical symptoms is one of the most humbling experiences I think I have ever gone through. People have mocked me, rejected me, ignored me and even doubted me. And going through all of this has reminded me that God is my true source of strength, not myself.

I see His answers now to my prayers and have seen how He has answered them all throughout my life. Not always how I wanted Him to, not always when I wanted Him to, but He always answered them. And I know He will continue to answer them. I know from experience that He has more in store for those who trust Him than we could ever imagine.