James 4:8- “Come near to God and He will come near to you.”
Prayer is powerful. I love the term “prayer warrior” because I envision myself dressed in armor and waiting on my marching orders to pray again. Today, I feel empowered by praying, but it has not always felt this way. A few years back I would catch myself saying casually to someone, “Oh yes, I will pray for you” and not follow through. As I spent time with God, it was pointed out to me in big, bold, letters, “Don’t say you are going to pray and not follow through”. I got it. My prayer life has changed dramatically. I pray throughout the day and when a request comes through, I stop what I am doing and pray. I believe in prayer and am certain of one thing -God answers all prayers. I have learned there are different ways He answers prayer. I have decided to share with you in a three part series my prayer life and how God answered my prayers; in three different, but perfect ways. In developing my personal relationship with God, I have come to recognize how prayer is powerful and I am blessed to be able to lift up others. My first prayer experience is when God and I saw eye to eye.
TWO HOURS OR LESS
My desire was to be a mom. When I was pregnant with my first child, I asked numerous friends to give me the details of going through labor and delivery. I did not care how horrible the experience was detailed. I wanted to prepare myself for the worst in pain level. Sufficient to say none of the horror stories prepared me for the inducing of my labor, screwing up the epidural (so I had to lay flat on my back through labor, pushing, and the unplanned C-section) severe shakes in coming off the medication, the stitches, and the long recovery process. As I looked at my beautiful nine-pound baby girl, I told myself-NEVER AGAIN. God had another plan. By the time my daughter was a year old, the horrific experience of giving birth was a faded memory and my husband and I talked about another baby. I started praying to God if he could let me do the entire labor and delivery process in two hours or less, I was game. I also told him I knew it would be extremely painful with no drugs and as long as He was with me and it could be done it two hours or less, I‘ve got this. I prayed this prayer for two more years and when my daughter turned three, I was pregnant with my first son. The pregnancy was relatively normal and uneventful, meanwhile, I was praying my two hours or less prayer. When it became close to the due date, my doctor discussed the different paths I could take with pain medication. I smiled at him and said, “no drugs for me, thank you.” He promptly chuckled and said I would change my tune when the contractions were going down. In the wee hours of September 16th, (around 3:00 AM) I was the most uncomfortable I had been all evening. I did not know what it was like to go into labor (my daughter was induced) but a little voice told me this was it. I woke up hubby and said let’s go. We got our friends to come get our daughter and we were off to the hospital. I arrived at 4:00 AM and my husband dropped me off at the emergency entrance and left to park the car. I could barely walk down the hall and a nurse saw me and grabbed a wheelchair. At this point the pain was excruciating and I kept holding my breath. I was put in a room and my hubby was given the paperwork to fill out while the nurse examined me. “Wow,” she said, “You are at eight centimeters!” I remember, okay God we have got this! It was me and my husband in this quiet little room and then it happened. My water broke (more like exploded) and I started pushing (uncontrollably) and my poor husband faded to white and screamed for help. In less than 20 minutes, my beautiful nine-pound son was born! Let me tell you, I could have jumped up on the table and fist pumped while celebrating. I felt awesome! No drugs needed and my son was born forty-six minutes from the time I arrived at the hospital. You might think this was a coincidence, but let me share one more piece. Seven years later, I was pregnant with my youngest son and I started the same prayer request again-two hour or less. Guess what? Same scenario, I arrived at the hospital at 6:30AM and at 8:04AM he was born. No drugs and I wanted to jump up on the table again and celebrate: two for two!
There are times in our lives where God’s answer to prayer lines up with our heartfelt, desired outcome. And it is worth sharing an answered prayer to bless others. I love to hear about uplifting and positive stories and when it revolves around an answered prayer-SCORE!! I encourage you to share an answered prayer with others. There may be someone out there who needs to hear and experience another God moment.
I want to pray for others so I have added a prayer request to my blog site. Please let me know if I can pray for you. Come back next week as I share another example of the power of prayer in my life.