Confess your trespasses to one another, and pray for one another, that you may be healed. The effective, fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much.
I am not very good at prayer. But I know I am a recipient of many, many prayers.
My Mother prayed (and prays) for me.
My Aunt prayed for me as a small child and all my life until she passed.
I have dear friends from college who have prayed for me on their daily walks each morning since I first announced my diagnosis.
There are many, many others.
I believe in prayer.
Prayer is not just a matter of asking for things. It is a conversation with a holy God.
A conversation He longs for.
Sometimes, a prayer can be as simple as saying “thank you.”
I also don’t say that often enough.
I also know that in times past the prayers of dedicated individuals brought about revival.
To that end I have a daily reminder on my phone to pray for this nation at 9:00 each evening. It was a commitment I made some time back with fellow believers who committed to pray for at least a minute at that same time.
Like I said, I’m not very good at it. I try.
I’ve committed to not just offering prayers in a comment on Facebook, but when I say it, I want to mean it.
Mother Teresa said:
“Prayer is not asking. Prayer is putting oneself in the hands of God, at His disposition, and listening to His voice in the depth of our hearts.”
I am thankful for prayer.