From the daily archives: "Monday, October 22, 2012"

A friend and I were having a conversation last night and she asked me “How did you learn to be so passionate for prayer?”

I can’t really find a defining moment when it happened, it just happened. In late 2009 I joined a prayer team at my church. In joining you had to make a commitment to pray for an hour a day over the area that your team was set to pray for. At that point in life I spent an hour a day on a cardio machine, so simple, I took my prayer list and bible to the gym with me and prayed while I was staying fit. And yes I read my bible on the elliptical at the gym, and yes I got strange looks, but I made that commitment. Then as I wrote about over on Carly’s blog, our prayer team started to study Prayer by Richard Foster, and one of the points he made was that prayer should be a habit, that we should be constant in prayer, that it should be as natural as breathing and just a frequent. So since I was driving for between 35 and 45 minutes to work 5 or 6 days a week I would pray on my way to and from work. I would throw on an instrumental worship CD and pray. It became such a habit that now whenever I’m driving I pray.

Then in 2010 we started our journey to become parents, and we started our journey on bedrest. While I was on bedrest I picked up my knitting needles and crochet hook and started making baby blankets for all the little ones my bedrest momma’s were carrying. With each stitch I would pray for them. Pray for them to grow big and strong during the time they had in the womb and that they would be healthy and whole when they were born and grow big and strong. I prayed for the destiny that God had for each and every one of them. I spent a lot of time knitting away and praying those days.

Our rocking chair with the blanket I made Grayson in the NICU, praying with every stitch.

When Gray was born we spent a lot of time in the rocking chair in his room. A LOT of time. That little man needed to gain some serious weight (let me tell you I was sick of weekly weight checks at the doctors by the time they came to and end). So we would probably spend about 8 hours in that chair, sometimes on the couch on the main floor, but usually in that rocking chair. So after about a week of just sitting and trying to figure out what to do at 2am for 35 minutes, I started to make lists on my phone. People we could pray for, situations that we could pray for, people we were thankful for, the prayer list at church, and my favourite was to just pray over Grayson and his life. First thing in the morning and right before we put Gray down for the night I would pray over his life, and our family and our day. I found that during those moments that sometimes seemed so monotonous, I found joy in praying. I found I had purpose when I was praying. Yes I had purpose while Gray ate, I was providing him with much needed nutrients, but I could multitask and feel just so much more productive. As my time sitting in that rocking chair decreased so did my prayer time, and I had started to really love it. And I loved how I felt while I was praying, so I found other things that I didn’t love doing so much and started praying during those things. Dishes, vacuuming, cleaning bathrooms, folding laundry. I found that when I was in prayer my attitude towards these chores changed. I loved standing at the sink looking out the back windows praying for the public school behind out house. Or standing in our bedroom folding a weeks’ worth of laundry and praying for our neighbourhood.


I’m excited for the time to come when Grayson and I can start to pray together. For him to be big enough to put words and thoughts together. To stand cooking dinner and pray for Gramma who taught Mommy to make Macaroni and Cheese. To thank God for the good hugs that Gramma gives, and that God will make sure that Gramma has a good day. I’m excited to pass my passion for prayer down to him.

My passion for prayer just happened. It started with one small thing, a commitment, and it’s grown. I can’t imagine my day without a few hours spent in prayer. Then again I can’t imagine a day when I’m not doing dishes, folding laundry, or even just driving. So I guess every day has some point for me to pray in it.

Are you passionate for prayer? Is it something you can work on? Do any of these things help you? I would love to know when you pray and how you add prayer to your day. I’m always looking for new things.


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