Day four of the 40 day prayer challenge…
Have you ever been to a dry place? A place where your body aches for moisture? A place where you feel that no matter where you go or how hard you try to find it, you just can’t get enough water?
Sometimes we get to this place of dryness in our relationship and walk with Christ. Awww….now you know what I am talking about. You know because you have been there. We all have.
We all go through seasons of wishing we could hear from God, but feeling like we are a modern version Moses wandering in the desert. Even though our few weeks or months often feels like 40 years, it’s simply not the case. We like to exaggerate our circumstances and timeline sometimes. Human nature tends to do so.
Are you in a dry season with your relationship with Jesus?
Last December I got to a place where I just didn’t know. I didn’t know what I wanted or how I felt. I knew that I needed to change something, but didn’t know what or how. I wasn’t happy with anything and I was confused about everything. I didn’t want to be the mom who was never happy to be with family or enjoyed event he smallest of events.
It’s not that I stopped spending time with God. It’s not that I stopped reading my Bible. I was still doing those things, but I felt very isolated within myself and I could not hear God. I couldn’t hear my own thoughts or heartbeat. My desires and hopes were a lost lingering fear of never again being able to see God move in my life.
Months and months passed as I tried new routines, new journies, new thinking, new prayers, new EVERYTHING. I tried to focus more on what I was praying and still this dryness threatened to completely take me over. Buried in sand. No water in sight.
All this didn’t stop life at home from moving forward. New opportunities were presented and we jumped on some of them. We had to deal with the challenges of parenting teenagers and how that was going to look for our family (we are still doing that now) and we had to find a new way of living in a town where we really didn’t know a single soul.
Shortly after moving to Missouri, I just felt a prompting. A prompting to pray and pray hard. I felt like I was supposed to fast and pray. Over…well, anything and everything. I just needed to be in the presence of God and not really know the words that I was supposed to speak. Sometimes just sitting in His presence is a beautiful picture of calm.
I silently prayed over my family and children individually. I prayed over extended family and I prayed over the schools where my kids attend. I prayed for God to reveal our next steps with Titus II and to open doors for opportunity, both for jobs and mission.
I then started to write prayers on sticky notes that I knew I needed to really circle over and over again because they are daily battles. I took those colorful little pieces of paper and I stuck them on the wall in the corner of my little office where I spent time each morning. I wrote out my children’s names on a paper of their own and made acronyms from the letters to pray over them. I wrote out phrases to help me remember to pray for Tii and opportunity. I wrote whatever I felt God leading me to pray over…and I kept praying.
Do you feel like you are parched and thirsty?
I don’t want to tell you that it will be quenched over night because you pray for the Spirit of God to wash over you, but I can tell you that prayer is where it starts and continues. Prayer is the communication that God is wanting from you. He wants to hear your words, your very personal and sometimes scary words. Pray like you have never prayed before.
Mark Batterson says in a few of his books, “Work like it depends on you and pray like it depends on God.” Pray like it depends on God, no matter what it is you are praying for. Nothing too small or insignificant has ever been laid at the feet of Jesus.
Lord, many of Your children are feeling void of Your thirst quenching spirit. Desperate to hear from You and see You move before them. I ask that You will begin pour out Your Spirit over Your children in such a way that no one can question where it came from. To You be all the glory…amen.