Posts Tagged ‘prayer’

The Story Behind the Prayer Webinar

Tuesday, January 24th, 2012

story-behind-the-prayerWhen I was first asked to have a monthly show on the Homeschool Channel, I asked God what He wanted me to teach. Because the first one was in January, I wanted to do something about organization, since that’s one of my specialties. But I wanted to hit it from a new angle and say something I had never said before. With all my heart, I wanted to do a workshop about prayer. When Beth Jones interviewed me online back in May 2011, she said she was going to ask me about prayer. But we ended up talking about spiritual warfare. So I’ve been wanting to do a workshop on prayer for quite a while now.

Suddenly the title came to me, “Organizing Your Homeschool Through Prayer.” I felt excited. I felt spiritual chills (in a good way), and suddenly the outline for the workshop came to me. I had so much joy in the Spirit.

Well, the day came, and the producer called, and we went on the air. I delivered the workshop, and I knew that what I was saying would make a difference in people’s lives. If you pray about your school year, your schedule, and individual goals for your children, you will have more peace and joy in your homeschool, and you will be more aligned to the will of God.

As soon as I went off the air, the producer called again and said that the broadcast was messed up, that the video kept freezing, and that I was cutting out. Even before the producer called, I saw e-mails coming into my inbox, saying, “You were sharing some amazing things… but I couldn’t keep up with all the breaks in the feed… It was awesome material and just what I needed to be hearing…” I got many similar e-mails, clamoring for me to do it again.

The producer said we should do it again. I knew that it was the enemy who had messed up the first copy; something bad always happens to me when I’m talking about spiritual things. So even though I had no strength left and wanted to collapse into bed, I felt that God wanted me to do it again. So right before going on the air, I said, “Stop! I need to pray…” The producer let me pray quietly before putting me on again. I threw myself upon God, knowing I didn’t have the strength to do it again. “But He said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.” II Corinthians 12:9

I stumbled over my introduction like a fool. I have never done that in public speaking. I’m a ham, and I’m articulate even when I’m tired. But I couldn’t do it. In that moment I panicked. If I had been filming it, I would have yelled, “Cut!” and would have started over. But I was live.

I looked down at the chat room box, and the producer had written, “You’re doing great.” At that moment I knew I could do it; I just needed to humble myself to pray in front of an audience, for God to calm my heart and to help me do this again. I was not planning to pray out loud because as a speaker/performer, I am aware of my audience. God deserves my full attention when I pray. I don’t want other people eavesdropping on my private prayer, thank you very much.

So I prayed, and God gave me the strength and the words, and I delivered the webinar again. This time there were no problems with the video or audio, because we had lowered the resolution on the video. I shared things I had not shared the first time around; I even briefly shared the Gospel and stated the fact that if you aren’t getting wisdom from God, you might be walking in sin. “If I regard iniquity in my heart, the Lord will not hear me.” (Psalm 66:18) I stated many more things that I did not state during the first recording.

Come to find out the next day, the second copy was lost forever.

The producer said the audio portion on the first copy was clear and perfect, but that my face freezes up every few seconds. And the first five minutes is cut off, so it seems like you’re joining me halfway through my session, even though it’s close to the beginning. If you missed the session, it’s here.

A Thousand Sleepless Nights

Sunday, January 22nd, 2012

a-thousand-sleepless-nightsHave you prayed something so many times for years, something that seems like a legitimate need, only to be denied by God over and over?

For me, that prayer request is for my husband to sleep through the night and be refreshed. But no. He’s not allowed, for some reason. God hears me when I intercede for other people; He does great and awesome things, even miracles in people’s lives because of my prayers for them. People say that I have a direct line to God. Really? Because when I’m broken over my own haggard husband (who has been burned out for two years), asking Him to please grant him sleep, He turns away. He says no.

“You hear, O Lord, the desire of the afflicted; You encourage them and listen to their cry.” (Psalm 10:17)

The Lord is listening to me. I’m certain that He hears me. He’s just saying no. To a legitimate request that is not evil. It’s not a sinful request. And yet for some reason it’s contrary to the will of God.

I don’t want to pray something that is contrary to the will of God.

So should I stop praying it? How can I?

I had this discussion with my sister back in June of last year. She had come to Spokane to visit, and we were sitting in a dark room, quietly talking about why God wasn’t answering my prayer. Then she suddenly said, “What if God wants Alan to have sleepless nights? What if those sleepless nights cause him to rely more on Christ for his strength?”

She grabbed her cell phone and started playing a song I’d never heard before. It made me weep, because it was true. I was reminded that our sanctification trumps every other request, that God will give us more of Himself instead of the thing that we’re asking, which is a smaller gift.

This is the song that made me bawl:

The Sweet Prayers of Children

Monday, January 16th, 2012

prayers-of-children“Mommy, teach me how to pray,” said my daughter not so long ago.

I smiled at her and told her to repeat some words after me. “Dear Lord Jesus, please help me not to throw fits. Help me not to be selfish and annoy my brothers. Help me to love You with all my heart, to obey my parents, and to have self-control. In Jesus’ name, Amen”

She repeated back to me each phrase as I made up what she ought to pray for.

I did this for each of my sons when they were little. Now when I put my kids to bed, they take turns praying in the dark, and their prayers are way wiser, deeper, and more honest than mine ever were at their ages.

Back when I struggled with anger, I would stop abruptly, get on my knees, and pray in front of my children, that God would forgive me my sin and to help me not to be ruled by anger but by His Spirit. Oh, yes, it was humiliating to do that in front of my children multiple times a day for weeks on end, but guess what? My children have no shame to confess their sin in front of others, openly to God in their prayers, knowing that God can transform them through the power of the Spirit just like God transformed Mom.

Something else I love about my children’s prayers besides their honesty and confession of sin is the way they praise and glorify God. One of my sons said to God, “It must have been great when You created the universe from nothing. You are so incredibly powerful. Just everything, the sunsets, the trees, the mountains, You invented all that…” And he went on and on about how great God is while tears of joy rolled down my face in the dark.

People, you must love prayer if you ever want your kids to love it. Pray to God like you talk to a real, live human being. Because He is. And it’s so vibrant and beautiful, and God works so mightily through prayer. It’s so worth it to be in His presence!

My Prayers Are Stale (Part 4)

Thursday, January 12th, 2012

prayers-are-stale-4Well, here I’ve felt all this freedom by smashing the huge prayer structure and front-ending the people I promised to pray for every day. In other words, I pray for the missionary family in the Czech Republic that I promised I’d pray for – I pray for them first. You know, and that pastor and his wife that cried when they knew I prayed for them daily. And, of course, there are others. Then I pray for my family, then I open myself up to God in freedom, and the fun begins, because God brings to mind people I haven’t thought of in ages, and I say, “What should I pray for them for?” and God shows me. Deliriously happy I am in the freedom of having smashed the structure, the one that had kept me faithful to pray, the one that had resulted in saved souls and sanctified lives. The structure that was necessary for me not to forget the 200 people I was praying for daily (although, remember, I dumped 100, being led by God to do so.)

But I gasped to see a leak in the new freedom: some people aren’t being prayed for, and the people I was praying for don’t get consistent prayer. Let’s take for example a friend who kept thinking about men. She asked me to pray that she wouldn’t think about men. I prayed against this every day for years until a few days ago. Guess what? This woman had NO PROBLEM with thoughts of men (for a couple of years) until the past few days when I didn’t pray that particular prayer request because of my freedom of prayer.

I feel personally responsible.

Like the time I was praying for a teenaged girl to not sleep with anyone. I prayed every day about it for years except for one day. ONE DAY. The one day I forgot to pray it, she lost her virginity. I bawled. I confessed to my friend (the teenager’s mother) that I had skipped praying for her that one day, and that I was so sorry.

She said, “Susan, your prayers just held off the inevitable.”

I bawled anyway. I bawled for days, feeling responsible. My husband said, “Don’t you think God is in control of what happens, that He can have other people pray, and that it’s not all up to you?” In other words, he was saying that it wasn’t my fault.

I still feel responsible.

I’m not sure if I’m going to keep my newfound prayer freedom, since there’s collateral damage to pay, but I don’t want to go back to the structure. At least not yet. I love the joy that is intermixed with the freedom of being open to the Spirit’s leading during prayer. I just can’t give that up.

All I can say, people, is that prayer is powerful. Please pray. Pray for your family, for the people around you, for anyone God burdens your heart for. Pray for at least ten minutes. I dare you. You owe God that much. You can build from there. You will get chills as you see God answer prayer in people’s lives in a powerful way. I guarantee it.