As she kept on praying to the Lord,
Eli observed her mouth. Hannah was praying
in her heart, and her lips were moving but her
voice was not heard. Eli thought she was drunk
and said to her, “How long will you keep on
getting drunk? Get rid of your wine.”
“Not so, my lord,” Hannah replied, “I am a woman
who is deeply troubled. I have not been drinking
wine or beer; I was pouring out my soul to the Lord.
1 Samuel 1: 12-15
As a young adolescent growing up in the
As I commit to memory, at the age of 21 with my then 3-year old
daughter, I took a courageous step and moved from my hometown of
During this transition, prayer became the rock I leaned on to help me stick to my plans when I would get discouraged at some of the negative comments family members and friends would sometimes say about my decision in wanting to relocate. I would go to God in prayer so that I wouldn’t allow the negative comments to enter into my psyche in order to prevent me from embarking on my goal of wanting to move. In addition, since I knew that I didn’t have any family members living within the D.C. area, only a few friends, I knew that one of my only hopes of survival would be to trust in God and make prayer a primary part of my life. Prayer is now as vital a part of my life as gasoline is to an automobile. Because of my own experiences with prayer, I now understand the expression “prayer changes things,” with these three words being repeated in my very own household.
For instance, many of my gloomy days have turned into ones of sunshine due to the power of prayer. And, as a mother parenting solo, repeating these words aloud and then going before the Lord in prayer has definitely been my saving grace on many occasions. In fact, recently I had darts it seems coming from every direction since I was dealing with the issues of financial woes, insomnia, stress and anxiety all at the same time. I literally started to quit my job and move home with my parents to become a hermit for at least two years. Well, this was my plan of action because I had more than had it. I’m sure that my parents would have probably tried to have me locked up in a mental institution, but to be honest; I was ready to be committed. I prayed, prayed and prayed and I know that it was through my coming before the Lord in prayer that I was able to get through this difficult season in my life...
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