Momma, Your Prayer Life is Critical
Dear Momma,
Your prayer life is critical.
Get on those knees the Lord gave ya.
As the Lord has called me to share things with other moms, I’ve been bombarded with thoughts and feelings of feeling unequipped, feeling unworthy, because, who am I? Right? However, I know He’s asked me to share my journey of motherhood and to invite other momma’s into this journey with eyes fixed on Him.
Have you ever felt called into something great, but the feelings of unworthiness or thoughts of ‘what if’ played in your mind like a song on repeat? You are not alone.
When I sensed the Lord prompting me to begin sharing about my journey with prayer specifically, I began looking through all of the books I have next to my bed. You should know I love to read. I started looking through books, studying women of the scripture and their experience with prayer. I looked closely at how other women in scripture prayed when things were tough or when requests went unanswered and I looked at how other women responded with prayer in those moments. I was led to Hannah and Sarah and Ruth and the list of names goes on.
And I kept going back to, how have I, Kassie, been called to share about motherhood and prayer? How does my life stack up?
Let me tell you, comparison really IS the thief of joy, isn’t it? My intention was not to compare. However, comparison was pretty easy to slip into which reminds me of Eve. The first mother. I have so many moments where I see how easy it is to slip into sin of wrongful thinking, especially in a vulnerable state. I think Eve regretted listening to and acting upon the words she may have thought were somewhat true while she was in her vulnerable state (away from her husband), but she listened to and acted upon the lies of the enemy. And what I’m learning is that you and I aren’t too different from all of these women that I read about over and over again.
It’s important to look to women who have done this, and done it well. It’s important to learn from the women from Scripture. It’s important to have mentors. Yet, at some point, it’s important for both you, and me, to also be able to answer questions for ourselves when it comes to our relationship with Him.
So, when I’m asked what prayer is for me and what my experience with prayer is, I’ve asked the Lord to block out everyone else’s experience with prayer and try to own my personal experience and journey with Christ and provide my own answer. My prayer journey has evolved over the last 37 years I’ve walked on this earth. Since a young age, I’ve had a heart for prayer and have prayed to become a prayer warrior.
Thank the Lord He answers prayers.
I once prayed how I thought I was “supposed to”. I’ve had stages where my prayer life has been stagnant. I’ve had seasons of crying out and just wanting to hear the Lord’s voice. What does it sound like? Am I having a one way conversation? Am I making this up?
All I knew (and still know), is that I’m lost without Him. Where I’ve had rules and regulations, He’s been my Freedom. Where I felt “secure” inside the lines of “doing right”, He broke my walls down. I need His touch, His voice, a relationship with Him, like a REAL one. And, I need it desperately.
Through my stubbornness, He still answers me. Through my lack of faith, He still answers me. Through my disobedience, He still answers me.
So, what is prayer for me today? The 37 year old Kassie?
It’s everything.
Prayer is the most important weapon that I have in my life.
It’s my safety.
Prayer is a Holy Privilege I have.
Prayer is my direct access to the Most High King.
Prayer is my life line.
Prayer is my peace.
Prayer is my comfort, yet it’s also my discomfort from
The Comforter.
It is my accountability.
Prayer is where I sit in hope and forgiveness.
It’s me sitting side-by-side with the Holy Spirit in my dining room.
Prayer is when I’m on my back deck soaking in the views of His creation, listening to a word or waiting on a picture/vision, revelation.
Prayer is me trying too hard sometimes.
Prayer is usually my first go-to now.
Prayer is an ongoing conversation.
It is me doing life with Him.
Prayer is where I receive His promises, whether I’ve seen them manifest yet or not with my own eyes.
Prayer is healing from the Healer.
Prayer is where He takes the worst part of me and change happens.
It is where He wraps His arms around me and brings me in.
Prayer is where I can sit in His presence and I don’t get grossed out by some of the worst parts of me, because He takes it all. It’s where He cleanses all of me.
Prayer is where I’m renewed.
Prayer is me living in His promises.
Prayer is where I can surrender the parts of motherhood I just can’t control.
It’s where I surrendered parts of me as a wife where I feel I fall short.
Prayer is toiling and tears sometimes and it’s me, fully surrendered in moments.
Prayer is what Jesus shares with his disciples in Matthew.
Prayer was Jesus in Gethsemane.
Prayer is how Jesus prays a blessing over the loaves & fish.
He prayed when He was baptized & when He was in the wilderness.
He prayed when choosing his disciples.
He prayed in “lonely places” and prayed with others, too.
He prayed on the Cross.
Looking from the outside in, at times it doesn’t look like I’m living a fully surrendered life. And, many times, I'm not. However, when I have the opportunity to sit at His feet, I can but just for those beautiful moments be seen as fully surrendered as I possibly can be and I treasure that.
When I don’t know what to do, I pray.
When I don’t know what to think or where to go, I pray.
When the arrows of the enemy begin to fly at me, I begin to pray.
When life is just hard, I pray.
When prayers are answered beyond anything I ever could have imagined, I pray.
When the world is too much and I get overwhelmed at work, I take a day off to pray.
When I’m tired of hearing my own voice, I listen. In prayer.
I’ve left puddles of tears on pillows. I have screamed and rejoiced. I’ve begged. I’ve spoken aloud. I’ve prayed by myself in the dark. I’ve prayed Jericho walks around my home and inside of it too. I’ve spoken with Power and Authority because He’s given us that. I’ve been hurt because my prayers didn’t go my way and sat in His arms anyway. I’ve rushed prayer and I’ve sat in it for hours. I’ve sat at work and prayed under my breath, when I had nowhere else to turn to.
And it is my lifeline.
As I begin this journey the Lord is calling me into, I thought I’d connect us on prayer first because that’s the foundation for all that is to come.
Over the years, I’ve continued to see His Grace for me as I’ve grown in my prayer life. If you take a step back and reflect on yours, how has yours evolved? Do you have changing seasons of prayer? What are patterns or habits you’ve noticed about your prayer life?
Pray about the prayer life you want.
Let’s turn our eyes to Jesus because it’s all for His Glory.
In love,
Kassie Leigh
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