When Evelyn was alive, we prayed. Oh, how we prayed. It felt as if we prayed without ceasing, pleading with God to heal her because we know that he is able. And you know what? He did. He is faithful and full of mercy. The moment she set foot on eternity’s shore, she was whole and perfectly healed. Her first steps took her straight into the arms of Jesus. She bypassed the difficulties and pain of this world, and she entered into her forever heavenly home. I’m not sad for her. I’m just really sad for us because we’re left behind, waiting, until Jesus calls us home some day too.
An incredible amount of people were praying for our family during that dark time. Prayer meetings. Fasting. Individuals. Congregations. One of my favorite memories is from a friend that said her young daughter prayed for Evelyn every time she went to the bathroom. I loved that. Partly because it brought some comic relief to my heavy heart. But mostly because it was humbling to know that even the tiniest saints were covering our family in prayer.
God heard those prayers. We were strengthened. We were filled with hope. We were surrounded with peace. We were able to make painfully courageous decisions, only because the Lord himself was walking with us, showing us the way to go as we approached each new fork in the road.
And people continue to pray faithfully even now as we grieve and heal. We are so blessed by the sheer amount of people lifting us up to the Lord. Many of them we know, but many of them are strangers.
Since Evelyn’s death, we desire more than ever to be a source of prayer for other people because we were the recipients in such a powerful way when we so desperately needed it (and still do).
So we try, albeit imperfectly, to nurture an atmosphere of prayer in our family. Lately Caleb has been asking to pray for the crane that set trusses at our house a couple of weeks ago. Oh, and we also pray for Buzz Lightyear on a fairly regular basis. He does, after all, face copious amounts of peril in his space adventures, so somebody needs to be covering that brave little toy in prayer.
Ephesians 6:18-19 says, “With all prayer and petition pray at all times in the Spirit…”
I recently learned that the word for “at all times” is kairos, which refers to specific times, precise occasions, and particular events. General prayers are certainly okay too. But what a beautiful thing that we can present our specific, real, unedited requests to God. Things like trusses. Buzz Lightyear. A hurting heart. A loved one who needs healing. A relationship that needs mending. A bank account that needs money. A car that needs repaired.
And the amazing thing is that God hears our prayers. Psalm 18:6 says, “In my distress I called to the Lord; I cried to my God for help. From his temple he heard my voice; my cry came before him, into his ears.” Our prayers reach heaven. That’s amazing. And God cares. That’s even more amazing. Then he answers according to his perfect will. That’s just downright astounding.
So we started a tradition at mealtimes where we put a few sticks in a mason jar. Each stick has a picture of someone that we know who needs prayer. The first round we prayed for our pastors and the missionaries that we support. This second round we’re praying for some sweet children that we know who are facing serious sickness or injury. Caleb picks a stick and that’s who we pray for. (I cover the pictures in clear tape so that it’s more durable. Toddler hands are pretty sticky.)
It’s helpful because it’s concrete. He can see the person. He can hold the stick. His little two-year-old mind can better connect our prayers to the people we’re praying for as we lift them up to Jesus. (And let’s be honest. It’s helpful for me too because it’s a tangible reminder to slow down and be faithful in prayer.) For now, the sticks are just the scaffolding that will eventually be removed as the habit is built over time. That’s the goal anyway.
This morning Caleb said, “Mommy, let’s pray for all of our friends.” And he carefully set each of their pictures in front of him.
Then halfway through breakfast he realized that we forgot to pray for the crane…
What are some of the ways that you cultivate prayer in your family and life? I’d love to learn from you.