I wasn’t going to post for this months topic… I knew it would be more of a time of self examination and confession in this area.
I decided to go on with it and here is what came…
Prayer in our marriage has had its up and downs.
We started out, as young newly weds, with a plan to pray together every night but often as we went through problems that pulled us apart the praying together suffered too…
We have both changed so much that our prayer together has changes as well. When we first prayed together I was the charismatic Christian who prayed the loudest and in different forms and my humble husband prayed with a raw heart… now I am quiet when we pray together… I struggle to pray aloud with him and I don’t know why. He is so bold now, so strong and so wonderful to listen to.
I know we both pray for one another regularly and wrap our hard times in prayer for protection over our marriage but it is no longer a regular together thing for us.
HOWEVER, prayer is powerful in our lives and our life together (God uses it to connect us).
I will share this story to show hope is not dead and we will figure it out and I trust I will find my prayer voice in front of my husband once again.
I struggled to hold on to my third pregnancy… I became too weak to pray, a scary and low position to be in.
I caught two stomach flu’s in a row and had a sever sinus infection on top of that, which left me unable to keep food down. I lost ten pounds a month in my first few months of pregnancy.
In my lowest point I was unable to get off the couch. My mother had to come stay with us so the kids would be taken care of when my husband was at work. All I could do was sleep. I was too sick to even talk much.
One night I lay alone on the couch after my family had gone to bed. I felt awful and totally alone and helpless… In my heart I desired to pray but was so tired. All I could do was cry and whisper, “Help me Jesus… please…”
All of a sudden my husband came bounding up the stairs. I love him dearly but I know he hadn’t realised how sick I was until this moment. He said he was trying to sleep but every time he closed his eyes he saw me crying out to Christ for help and he knew the Lord wanted him to understand how I was feeling because I was to ill to communicate it myself. We sat there and he held me and I wept…
WOW, whenever I recall this night I remember how loved I felt at that moment. It was such a real and personal way the Lord showed his love to me. He knew Garnet and I where limited by our male and femaleness and didn’t always communicate effectively so he stepped in to communicate to my man in a way that he would understand… I felt totally surrounded by love… the love of my husband and the LOVE OF MY GOD.
I am laughing about that situation in one regard now; it seems funny that we needed divine intervention in our marital communication skills:)
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