Have you ever wanted something so badly that you were willing to give anything to get it? As a high school coach, I hear former athletes tell a story of how they would give their non-dominant pinky finger just to play in one more game or even to practice a few more times.
Some wants in life are warranted and some are superficial.
As a parent, there are very few things that bring joy to my life than my kids: spending time with them, watching them learn new things, seeing the joy in their eyes while experiencing life, and hearing them pray and learn about Christ.
Hannah was a young bride who desperately wanted to be a mother. For several years, Hannah thought of what it would be like to be a mother. Her husband was deeply in love with her and they wanted to complete their family with a child of their own.
Hannah pleaded with God through prayer. She begged for some time for the Lord to bless her with a child. One day while at church she again was praying to bless her womb and rid her of the infertility and the pastor heard of her outcry. He prayed with Hannah in faith that the Lord would answer the prayers. Hannah even bargained with the Lord that she would give her son back to his service if he would just grant her the desire of having a son.
Can you imagine the look on the couples face when Hannah’s body began to change? Those early morning sicknesses, led to midnight cravings, and eventually a baby was born. His name was Samuel.
Now, I don’t know about you, but I can remember a few promises in my lifetime that were hard to
keep. This one would be ultimately the hardest.
By the time Samuel was three years old, she dedicated him to God’s service in Shiloh. She continued to be a part of Samuel’s life and later had more children. Samuel would go on to do great things for the kingdom of Christ.
This is a story from the Old Testament in the Bible, but there are many stories even today of perseverant prayers that led to great miracles.
With Mother’s Day only being a few days ago, I heard the sermon on Hannah from our pastor and could only think about my mother’s prayer life. I can only imagine the sleepless nights that she stayed up praying about her family. You see, she was the Christian influence in my life growing up. She forced me unwillingly at times to go to church, to pray for my neighbors and family, and to serve in areas of our church. As hard as she
tried, in my early adulthood I strayed from the lifestyle that she had taught me from a young age.
Many times she knew that I wasn’t where I needed to be in my relationship with Christ and prayed for my return. She prayed for my safety in times when all hope looked to be gone. When I was depressed and wasting my life away with alcohol and an unhealthy lifestyle, she pleaded with God for his healing power for me spiritually and physically.
Do not underestimate the power of prayer. There are living examples of prayer working all around us each day including myself. Today I am not perfect, but a lot closer than I once was. Thank you Momma for never giving up on praying faithfully over me.