Eunice & Timothy - A Mother's Day Reflection

I was asked by my church to share a reflection for Mother's Day, focusing on a New Testament character. 

Eunice & Timothy

Ever since I was a child myself, I have held a very strong conviction that my reason for being here on this earth is to be a mother; to raise my children as disciples for the glory and kingdom of God. I’ve been planning and preparing for my “one-day children” for as long as I can remember, even so far as choosing my degree so that I could better understand their development, and praying for them before they were ever conceived. I even named them and made them an email address, years before they were conceived so that I could start sharing my hopes and prayers for them, stories and photos from my pregnancy and their early years.

There are many examples of wonderful women and mothers in the Bible, but one who seems to share my passionate convictions about the responsibility of motherhood is Eunice. You would be forgiven for needing a reminder of who Eunice is. She, along with her own mother, Lois, was only named once in the whole Bible; the mother of Timothy in the New Testament. “I am reminded of your sincere faith, a faith that dwelt first in your grandmother Lois and your mother Eunice and now, I am sure, dwells in you as well.” - 2 Timothy 1:5

Another parallel I am able to draw between myself and Eunice is that we are both believing mothers with an unbelieving husband, “Paul came also to Derbe and to Lystra. A disciple was there, named Timothy, the son of a Jewish woman who was a believer, but his father was a Greek.” (Acts 16:1). Just like my own three children, Timothy is the product of a believing mother and an unbelieving father. Just as my own children receive their biblical instruction from me, so Timothy is said to have learned scriptures from his mother: “But as for you, continue in what you have learned and have firmly believed, knowing from whom you learned it and how from childhood you have been acquainted with the sacred writings, which are able to make you wise for salvation through faith in Christ Jesus.” - 2 Timothy 3:14-15.

In his New Testament Notes, Albert Barnes said about Eunice that she, “The mother of Timothy was a pious Hebrewess, and regarded it as one of the duties of her religion to train her son in the careful knowledge of the word of God.” (From "The Second Epistle of Paul To Timothy” - Chapter 3 - Verse 15). She was obviously well versed in the Jewish scriptures and took to heart the instructions found in Deuteronomy 6:6-7 and Proverbs 22:6, instilling the ways of the Lord in the heart and mind of her young child, that he might know and walk in them all the days of his life. This is a wise instruction for parents of any era, and something I try to remember in the upbringing of my children, with the hope that they too will go on to walk in the Lord’s will even as they grow into adulthood and, the Lord willing, become parents themselves.

Eunice’s hard work seems to have paid off; Timothy went on to lead the church and make his mark on history as the first Christian bishop in Ephesus. This leads us to consider not only the effects that our obedience to these scriptures can have on our own offspring, but also the greater effects as they cascade throughout the future generations, the so-called “ripple effect”. Sometimes I worry that my meagre teaching isn’t enough. I humbly offer Bible stories and praise songs to my children in the hope that they will be interested and that a seed might plant itself in their hearts. I so desperately want them to choose the narrow path, but it is a daunting task alone.

I often wonder if Eunice’s unbelieving husband was supportive of her faith, perhaps he just didn’t accept it at the time but later came to salvation through observing the effects on his family (1 Corinthians 7:12-16 is my prayer!) I can’t imagine how difficult it must have been for her if she had to contend with and battle him on every decision. We know that Timothy was uncircumcised, which is strange considering that the tradition was for children to be brought up in their mother’s faith, so I wonder how that discussion must have gone. I am grateful that my own husband supports, even if he does not share, my beliefs, but with that said, I do find myself envying those families who have both a believing mother and father; who can share the burden of responsibility and spend time enjoying the word of God together, but then I am reminded of Eunice, and I think that if the Lord blessed her with the task of raising up one of the most prominent men in early church history, even in spite of her circumstances, then with the Lord as my strength and my song (Exodus 15:2), I can walk this path, too!

How Did I Get Here?

I have always said that I don’t have a testimony. I grew up in church from the age of two and there was never a time that I didn’t know God. I don’t have a life-changing revelation or epiphany to share, and I was always a little envious of those who did. My testimony might not be the immediate, exciting event of some other Christians, but I do have a testimony, and this is it.

 

I grew up in church and as a child I would proudly proclaim that I was a Christian. It was a very small community Baptist church in the UK, however when I was a young teenager, after some hurt from other members, my family moved to a Pentecostal church. I remember my first time there, they prayed for my mum and she fell to the ground and I ran outside in floods of tears, shouting, “you’ve killed my mum!” Some members of the youth came out and explained that she had been touched by the Holy Spirit. I didn’t know what that meant, and I was uncomfortable. The music was more exciting than our previous church and they had proper instruments: drums; electric and bass guitars; singers with microphones; even bongos. People freely danced all around the room and waved beautiful flags in a mesmerising pattern that I couldn’t avert my eyes from. Nevertheless, as I got older, I stopped attending.

 

I still called myself a Christian, believed in God, prayed occasionally, and upheld many of my morals and values, but it was very much in the background. As a teenager I had a significant interest in the occult. I had been searching online for ‘Witch’ schools, and, looking to understand some unexplained “supernatural” events through my childhood, I was very much interested in all things supernatural, but too scared to delve too deep in fear of God’s judgement.

 

I then found myself stuck in an abusive relationship with an unbeliever. Aged only 18, I had a mortgage and engagement ring, neither of which I wanted. I was afraid to leave him for many reasons, but mostly because I was afraid of what that would mean in terms of how God saw me – my virginity had been taken, it happened without my consent, but the fact remained that I wasn’t a virgin.  I felt that the Bible would consider us to be married and, in leaving the man that had “known” me, and potentially entering a different relationship in the future, I would be a sinner; an adulterer; an abomination to God. I felt like a prisoner with no way out.

 

I dug out my old Youth bible and started with Genesis. I wanted to read everything it said about premarital sex, and divorce, and being “unequally yoked”. I had so many questions and I wrote pages and pages of notes but when I got to Numbers, it all just seemed too much to digest and I gave up. I “Googled” my concerns and came across a Religion & Spirituality forum on Yahoo! Answers. I spent most of my days and evenings on the forum, asking and answering questions and participating in lively discussions. I developed a hunger to know more about this God that they were talking about, a very different God than the one I thought I knew in my mind. I began praying that He would show me He was real. I cried out to Him to show me His will in my situation, and to save me from the life I was living. I begged Him to revoke my free will and just have His way in my life. I believe that it was during this period that I became a Christian. I cried out to the Lord on my own, with my nose buried in the tear-soaked carpet, sobbing along to the only worship music I knew; Hillsong. I bought myself a new Bible and spoke to my mum about going back to church.

 

It was the summer of 2008 and the Pentecostal church we had attended a few years before were having revival meetings in the sports hall of the local college. I attended on Sunday evening with my mum and it was like nothing I had ever seen or experienced. The preacher was full of energy. He was jumping and shouting “FIRE!”, walking up and down the rows, touching people on their heads and blowing on them, causing them to visibly shake as if they had been electrocuted. I didn’t understand what was happening but I wanted to feel what they felt. There was some kind of cool-down time where the band were invited back to tinkle on the piano keys and play softly in the background, and the preacher started talking in a gentler way, inviting a response.

 

I was crying. I don’t think it was a spiritual response like they were trying to illicit, but I was called up to the front and he prayed for me. I was nervous, and probably trembling which they took as a work of the Holy Spirit. His hand was on top of my head and I stumbled a little. While I was trying to regain my footing, he whispered, “It’s ok, babe” and while I wouldn’t say he pushed me, I definitely felt led to the ground. They put a tablecloth over me and carried on and I was laying there on the floor wondering how long I was supposed to stay there. What was supposed to be happening? Was this where God would talk to me or touch me somehow? Should I close my eyes or keep them open? Nothing really changed but I was led to believe that this was the ‘done thing’. It was the way in which the Holy Spirit worked in you. If you wanted to feel God’s presence or be a real Christian, this was what you had to do.

 

It’s worth noting that during my time in this particular church, I have definitely experienced, both personally, and by observing other people, the altar-call respondent being physically pushed to the ground. They do it gently and in a way that’s not obvious; a strong open hand on the top of your head, bending down to touch your feet – naturally you’re inclined to follow them, or a hand on each shoulder with the “catcher” grasping your elbows from behind, sometimes a whole arm around your shoulders and a palm on your chest, with a soothing rock back and forth whilst praying passionately, often followed by a jab to the diaphragm as they pray for the “rivers of living waters” to come flowing from our “innermost being”.

 

October 2008, the day before my 20^th birthday, I was attending an evening meeting back at the regular church and felt that I should be baptised. That was the ‘done thing’, right? The proof that you’re a Christian? I approached one of the elders who had been preaching, and he asked me if I was a Christian. Now, as I have mentioned above, I considered myself Christian for years but I had never specifically prayed “The Prayer”; the “becoming a Christian” prayer. In fact, I had avoided even reading it in fear of taking some kind of eternal oath before I was “ready”. Whatever that means. He led me in the sinner’s prayer, instructing me to repeat after him, line by line. He then led me to the Pastor and registered my interest in being in the next baptismal service.

 

A couple of months later I found the strength to leave my abusive situation, once and for all. I moved back home to my parents’ house and, in an effort to be as close to God as possible, believing that the only place I felt at peace was church, I started attending the Saturday morning prayer meetings.

 

In this interim, I reconnected with an old schoolfriend and we quickly became inseparable. He was also an unbeliever but I made exceptions because he was supportive and kind and seemed interested, or at least respectful of my faith. I figured it was only a matter of time and perhaps I could bring him to know God if he would come to church with me enough (spoiler alert: this was twelve years ago. We’ve been married for almost 7 years and have three children together. He’s still an unbeliever. I continue to pray for his salvation.)

 

I was baptised in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit in February 2009. It was an evening meeting and there were around 7 or 8 of us being baptised. I still didn’t feel any different and I didn’t receive the gift of tongues which was seemingly the sign of being saved. The belief was that in order to demonstrate that one was truly saved and had been baptised in the power of the Holy Spirit, they must speak in tongues, it was almost a requirement. I prayed for a baptism in the Spirit and begged the Lord to give me the gift of tongues so that I could be a real Christian. I was given a copy of The Supernatural Ways of Royalty by Bill Johnson and Kris Vallotten, apparently all the youth had been given a copy, and I was in that odd stage between youth/adult but as they told me I was a “baby Christian” and needed to be “milk fed”, I must have qualified. I read it immediately and although there were a few parts I struggled with, I was left feeling optimistic that I was better than other people – the “paupers” – because I was a child of the King; I had rights and privileges as a beloved daughter of God (I no longer have the book, unfortunately, but it was something about arguing with God about what we want and, sort of advocating for ourselves until He changes His mind. Because we’re His children and we can do that, according to them).

 

My mum and I were then invited to attend an Alpha course. It was wonderful and I really enjoyed it. There was a group of around 10 of us and when we completed the course, we weren’t ready to stop our Wednesday night meetings so we continued for a while and started working through a second-stage Alpha course, until the leadership team told us that we weren’t allowed unless we became a “Connect” group, discussing pre-approved and selected topics, which wasn’t what we wanted.

 

On our last meeting we were joined by a woman who was beloved by the church and who told us that we would all go home that evening having been baptised in the Holy Spirit and received the gift of tongues. One by one we were taken into a small upstairs room and prayed over quite aggressively until we were "baptised with the Holy Spirit" and received the gift of tongues. The lady kept telling me to make sounds, “just babble until you get a word”. I felt intimidated and uncomfortable and they weren't stopping so I'm pretty sure I just blurted out a random nonsense word over and over until they were satisfied and declared that we had all been given the "gift of tongues". We were sent home and told to "practice" our new word.

 

I’m sceptical by nature, and I like to analyse everything. I wasn’t convinced that I had received the gift of tongues but I tried to practice and develop them. I was advised that the more I practiced, the more words would come. I felt like I was blaspheming in some way, or at least mocking or disrespecting God. I confided with a couple of women that I was worried I had made it up and I was just speaking gobbledegook. They laughed and said, “No, of course it’s real. That’s your heavenly language. You just need to practice it”. So, then I worried that in not believing it, I was also grieving or blaspheming the Holy Spirit. It was a no-win situation.

 

In church the “prophetic messages” in tongues came thick and fast. Everyone seemed to be doing it, and I struggled to believe it was real. I found myself trying to test other people’s tongues, for instance, occasionally I picked upon the odd word which sounded like a familiar Spanish word, and I waited to hear if the interpretation included the word I had recognised. Sometimes the “message” was very short but the interpretation went on for several minutes. Other times there was no interpretation and I wondered how that fit in with 1 Corinthians 14:28 “But if there is no one to interpret, let each of them keep silent in church and speak to himself and to God.” There were several things over the years which bothered me and I struggled to get on board with, but I rebuked myself for not being spiritual enough or not having enough faith. It didn’t occur to me to read my Bible and test all things because, as I had been told, I was still a young Christian (even when I was 30) and I was still learning. When I did raise a question, I was told that I was still thinking with the flesh or that we were under a new covenant, or that that was a religious or traditional thought and we didn’t need religion when we were Spirit-led. Some people feigned interest and gingerly took the pages and pages of notes and questions I had typed, and never returned with them, or any answers – I wish I’d kept a copy. Some people would give me a Bible verse to read instead of a straight answer, and I would still be none the wiser. Eventually, I stopped asking.

 

My natural inquisitive nature was beat out of me and replaced with an “If God wanted you to know, don’t you think He’d reveal it to you” mentality. Some things are not for us to know. I had always prided myself on my “different” outlook to my faith. I wasn’t the kind 0f person to blindly accept something just because I was told to by a person on a pulpit, or because others were doing it, too. I’ve always felt a conviction within myself and generally, if I followed that I was OK (some may call it the Holy Spirit’s conviction, others might call it a gut feeling – I don’t know). For example, I don’t drink – not because “I’m a Christian and I’m not allowed”, but because I just don’t enjoy it and don’t feel that it adds anything to my experience or life. Now, though, I wasn’t that person anymore. I wasn’t testing anything. I wasn’t researching anything and considering my own views. I was being told what to think, and what to do. I was being indoctrinated.

 

I looked around for new churches but I didn’t really know what I was looking for. I attended a couple of services at the Baptist church where I grew up, as we were still running a Brownie unit there and had to attend parade services, etc, but it was so different to what I had grown accustomed to.  There was no “fire”. The music was boring. Nobody danced. Nobody was touched by the Holy Spirit. I’m ashamed to say that I thought God had left the building.

 

The years went by and I remained in the Pentecostal church, stagnating on the back row with no spiritual growth. I put myself forward to serve in several areas but was pushed back – it was very much an “if your face fits” kind of place, and I wasn’t local so I didn’t socialise very much outside of church meetings and planned cleaning days, etc. Over the last few years of my attendance, the church went through several changes in leadership and members coming and going, with two or three significant “mass exodus” style events, for various reasons. I felt that I would be jumping on a bandwagon if I left because someone else did, or soon after, and I was waiting on God “leading” me to a new church, as I had been praying for His guidance on this for years by now. I suffered greatly with Hyperemesis in pregnancy and had three children in fairly quick succession, so I wasn’t able to attend church very much for a couple of years, and when I did force myself to go, I was too busy parenting a baby/toddler to actually pay attention to the teaching. Often, I would miss the meeting altogether or only stay for the, heavily CCM-inspired, worship and feel like I’d been there for the most important part, anyway.

 

In 2017 I had what I could only describe as a crisis of faith. My faith in God is, and always has been, unshakeable. I know that He is real and I have never doubted His sovereignty, His deity, His sacrifice or His love for me, however I experienced a huge loss and struggled to process it. A friend’s 18-month-old son was suddenly very seriously ill and I prayed my heart out for him. I prayed that the Lord would heal him and I reached out to some of my closest friends in the church. I truly believed that he would be healed. Unfortunately, he passed away and I couldn’t understand why. A month later my mum’s best friend who had been closer than family to me as I grew up; my second mum, suddenly had a major cardiac and respiratory arrest and passed away. We circled her bedside praying and hoping. I prayed so hard for her to wake up and promised God that I would do my best to lead her to Him if only He would let her live. I believed that He would save her, because it aligned with His will. I commanded it in Jesus’ name according to the way I had been taught in church; that way God had to act. I got angry and prayed, “I declare that she will be healed, RIGHT NOW, in Jesus’ name” over and over and I truly believed it. When we joined hands and circled her bed as they turned off the machines, I couldn’t breathe and had to step away. I couldn’t understand why God had not answered my prayer. I prayed exactly the same way that I had seen people pray in church and miracles happened. Was my faith not strong enough? Was there something I hadn’t repented for and God was punishing me? Was it my fault?  I felt so guilty.

 

I was reminded of the times I had prayed for other things, or had others pray for me, and never found the breakthrough they were declaring over me; never received the healing they promised. I remember being chastised for talking about my skin conditions and referring to them as “mine”. She said that in doing so I was claiming them, and that I would never be healed of something if I kept claiming it. “Our words are powerful”, they would say, and “God used words to speak creation into being”, I was afraid that if I said the wrong thing, I would be calling it into being and so I was constantly on edge with, “I’m sorry Lord, I didn’t mean that” always on the tip of my tongue, or imagining some kind of verbal re-wind where I would overwrite what I had just spoken into the world. I was constantly doubting myself. Sometimes we would be told that if our breakthrough wasn’t coming, we must have some kind of spiritual blockade, and to examine ourselves: did we have an unrepented sin? Did we have an unsolved issue with a brother or sister? Were our tithes up to date? We were strongly encouraged to give financially, almost as a requirement. This is another thing my husband struggled with. One of the stock phrases, after “The Lord will bless you tenfold!” was one that was often chanted altogether by the church, followed by a cheer, “A good measure, pressed down, shaken together, and running over” – from Luke 6:38, “The amount you give will determine the amount you receive.”

I stopped praying, other than a simple thanksgiving prayer every so often. I never prayed in intercession. I never offered to pray for anyone else. I never asked for a single thing, because He didn’t answer my prayers anyway so what was the point? I hardly ever read my Bible as it felt like a chore, and I remembered preachers saying that God could not be contained in a box, or a book, but that the Holy Spirit would be sufficient for us, so I sought the “Holy Spirit” when I should have been reading God’s word. I would listen to a playlist of my favourite worship songs – Bethel, Hillsong, Kari Jobe, Elevation – and think that that was enough (and I wonder why my husband never looked at me and thought, “Wow, I want some of that God she’s got!”)

 

March 2020 brought a national lockdown as a result of the Covid-19 pandemic. I had a valid excuse for not attending church and didn’t feel obligated to go. Along with millions of others looking for something to fill our days, I downloaded the Tik Tok app but soon became bored of the silly dances and challenges. One day I stumbled upon a community of Christian Tik Tok creators who would share scriptures, testimonies, and encouragement. I was in my element. It was like attending a hundred different churches in bite-sized, 60 second clips. I was encouraged and felt a hunger to understand God’s word like these other, much younger, people did. There was one video which stood out in particular, where a group of young people were going around the room, challenging each other to deliver the gospel in something like fifteen seconds, and it hit me that I didn’t know what the gospel was. I thought that the “gospel” was just the collective noun for the books of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. When I’d heard people talking about “preaching the gospel” I knew they were going to talk about Jesus and who He is, what He did, but I didn’t understand “The Gospel” in the way I should have, as a proclaiming Christian. I remember times when Jesus’ death and His atoning sacrifice, and His blood – Pentecostals are all about “praying the blood”, but it was always delivered as if it was about me and so that I could have a better life. That’s literally what I was told to believe. “Christ died that we may have life, and have it more abundantly” – a misrepresentation of John 10:10. Of course, I was taught about His sacrifice being an atonement for our sin, but the overriding take-away was that He did it that we might have a good life.

 

I decided to use the time to really read God’s word. I was introduced to the idea that Pentecostalism might not be biblically accurate, and that my reservations about the gifts of the Spirit, namely speaking in tongues as an evidence of being saved, might not have been unfounded. The truth is that I never really accepted the label of “Pentecostal”. I attended a Pentecostal church, yes, but I got married in, and had my children dedicated at, the Baptist church. I don’t think that I was ever fully convinced that I fit into this denomination anyway and so I kept on seeking. I discovered that some of my favourite worship musician and contemporary Christian artists were involved in what were largely considered to be heretical or unsound churches. Some of the preachers and pastors I had admired or been taught to admire for years were considered heretical, blasphemous, even involved in the occult. My mind was blown and I was in a very strange predicament of feeling dumbfounded and lost, but also feeling validated and free. I started looking into some of the claims I had heard and prayed for the Lord’s wisdom and guidance. I picked up my Bible and asked that God would speak to me and make clear the words which I had struggled to read and understand so many times before.

 

I wrote out a list of the things I was struggling with (you can read them here and here) and approached several people I trusted, to see if they could advise me. My main concerns were that of the “gift of tongues” as an expectation for every believer, which is blatantly unscriptural, and the act of being “drunk” in the Spirit, again, seemingly going against scripture and calling the Bible’s authority in to question. Nobody was able to reconcile these issues for me and so I decided to start from scratch. I began reading the Bible, slowly and deliberately. Really trying to understand each verse before moving on to the next. If I couldn’t find evidence for something in the word of God, I rejected it. Several books from my shelf went on the burn pile – I was afraid of passing them on or giving to charity, or even recycling in case they found their way to another impressionable or seeking young Christian and led them astray. I deleted my worship playlists and looked for biblically sound worship – this has been the hardest part; music is such a huge part of my daily life and my preferred way to offer praise to God. I find myself breaking into song throughout the day (much to my family’s dismay!) or trailing into worship songs in my prayer time. I’ve found it difficult to remove songs that were so ingrained in my mind; songs that I have always used in worshiping and glorifying God with a pure heart. I didn’t listen to any music at all for several months but have since created a playlist of hymns and biblically sound worship and I’m starting to be able to offer my worship to the Lord in this way again.

 

I reached out to the pastor of the Baptist church where I grew up. She has become a dear friend to my grandparents and always open and friendly toward my family and me. Although she has never been my pastor, and didn’t arrive at the Baptist church until long after my family left, she has always made herself available to me when I’ve needed support or advice. I approached her with my concerns and asked her if she was able to help me navigate them. She very graciously took me under her wing and shared some of her own testimony with me, inviting me to participate in their email services whilst I was lost and trying to find my own path. She recognised and called out my gifting for children’s work and invited me to share some crafts and other children’s activities to align with their Easter, and Father’s Day, and Pentecost services. I never thought in a million years that I would return to the “spiritually dead” Baptist church but I felt accepted and supported and I was enjoying being part of their family.

 

I prayed that the Lord would clearly show me the place where I could serve and learn and grow in Him, and I attended several online services from different churches across many denominations, and reached out to some pastors to share their vision or statement of faith with me, to see if it was somewhere I felt I could be a part of. I was struggling to find anywhere I felt that I fit. I was still serving the Baptist church by participating in their e-services more regularly. I prayed and asked the Lord to give me a sign if the Baptist church is where He willed for me to be. Immediately I felt convicted of my pridefulness and felt that I needed to repent, both to God and also to seek the forgiveness of the church for the thoughts I had had toward them. I’m a writer; I write lists and notes and poems. Writing is my outlet; it is the way that I un-muddle my mind and get my thoughts out so that I can work through them.  I started to bullet point my journey, and it quickly turned into something of an open letter to the church and I realised that I was referring to myself as a prodigal son who was prideful and went astray, and humbly asked for them to welcome me back home. It felt right. I didn’t think it was appropriate to email it out one dimensionally but Lockdown meant that there were no in-person meetings, so I recorded myself reading the letter and sent it to the Pastor for her to share. I really felt that I just needed to take a step of faith in that moment and immediately I felt at peace in my decision.

 

So, what now?

I spoke to the pastor of the Pentecostal church and he was gracious enough to respond to my concerns with a very detailed document, which I thanked him for. As far as I’m aware, there are no hard feelings. It was difficult as it was still lockdown so I haven’t been able to speak to anyone in person during this transitional time. I still hold many people in that fellowship very dear to me and I love them as the family I once felt a part of. As scathing as this report may seem, I don’t believe that anyone I have known personally has been intentionally deceiving others, rather that they themselves are deceived. I pray that the Lord will reveal Himself to the people involved in the Pentecostal  movement around the world, as well as the Charismatic, NAR, and associated movements, and that He will call them to repentance that they may be truly saved.

 

I wholeheartedly reject and repent of any involvement I had, and for any time that I may have encouraged another person to follow this path. I feel heartbroken; almost like I am grieving. It’s all still fairly raw, and I’m learning more, my eyes are being opened a little more, every day. I feel embarrassed and ashamed that I had been such a huge cheerleader for this movement, and that I had shared, and advertised, and bought into so much of it for so long. I’m angry that I have been deceived and that my own spiritual journey has been hampered, but more so that my husband’s salvation now seems even more unlikely – I worry that this has been enough to put him off for good. I worry that I have lost his trust and respect, and so has God. I’m hurt. My heart hurts for the damage that has been caused, and the damage that I may have caused. I’m hurt when I think about the time I spent in deception and blatant violation of the word of God. I mourn for the inquisitive and passionate young woman with a hunger and desire to know God, who was shushed and ignored; her fire hidden under a bushel until it extinguished almost completely, and I thank God that He kept those embers smouldering enough that I was able to fight my way back to Him. “I found him whom my soul loves; I held on to him and would not let him go” (Song of Solomon 3:4)

 

Currently, I’m still serving the Baptist church and am now named as their Children and Families Worker. I am excited about this venture and, although I can’t say that I agree with everything in the Baptist denomination, or that I will remain here forever, I feel so grateful to have the opportunity to serve as I continue to learn and grow.

Lord, I thank you for opening my eyes to the truth of what I was participating in. I thank you for the discernment and the wisdom which you continue to bless me with. I am grateful for the experiences that I have had, and the unique opportunity I now have to share Your truth with others. Thank you, Father, that I have now seen the truth of Your word and that You have called me into repentance so that I can now begin to worship you wholly in spirit and in truth. I thank you for restoring my passion and zeal to know You, and Lord I pray that as I seek You more and more, that I will find You, and that I will be comforted by Your word as You speak to me through it. I am grateful for the community that I have been welcomed into; the experiences we share and our collective desire to encourage others to come to You in repentance. Father, I pray that You would open the eyes of many people and call them to Yourself, that they may turn away from their ways and follow You; the real, Biblical, Jesus. Thank You, Lord God, for counting me as one of Your beloved sheep, that I may know Your voice and follow You.

A New Direction

This is a public act of repentance and a rejection of all that I have witnessed and been involved in, believed in, and peddled as truth. 

As you may know, from reading my posts in this past year, I have been re-evaluating my beliefs and undergoing a sort-of "unlearning", where I have put away anything I have previously been taught or thought I understood, and instead looked only to the Bible; the inerrant and complete word of God, for the truth. 

I won't be deleting any of the old posts that I have made, suffice it to say that they show where I have come from and, I hope they will illustrate my journey and growth.

I am working on my testimony - I have shared elements of it before but my eyes were clouded by the movement I had been a part of, and so I felt that it was important to re-write it, from the very beginning, and with nothing held back. 

I understand that I may lose friendships and that I will be opening myself up to questions and judgements about my experiences and, indeed, my salvation . Let me assure you that I am closer to God now than I have ever been. I am actively enjoying my time spent in His word, and I am seeking His wisdom and discernment in all areas of my life. For the first time I am seeking to worship in spirit and in truth. 

I promise that I will always speak in love, and any judgements that I am seen to make are absolutely, scripturally, made in biblical love. 

This journey of discovery and truth is a long and difficult road, and I am likely to adjust my opinions and understanding as I learn and discern more.

This is a new starting point. Feel free to ignore anything and everything I have ever written or shared, and let's take this new road together! 

Like the noble Bereans, examine everything to see what is true!

Something from Nothing?

 

In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. Genesis 1:1 (NKJV)

In the beginning God created the sky and the earth. Genesis 1:1 (NIV)

In the beginning, when God created the universe. Genesis 1:1 (GNT)

In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. Genesis 1:1 (NASB)

In the beginning God made from nothing the heavens and the earth. Genesis 1:1 (NLV)

 

There was nothing.

It was the beginning.

Not just the beginning of the Bible but the beginning of everything.

There was nothing.

There was no light, no sun, no water, no sky. There were no bricks to build houses, no seeds to plant trees; no dirt, no ground. The seasons didn’t exist. Absolute nothingness.

 

God existed.

And out of nothing, He created. From absolute desolation, He made our world, our galaxy, and our universe. He created, from scratch, the heaven we long for. With no tools and no materials, He created life.

 

The Good News translation tells it as if it was no big deal: “Oh, remember in the beginning when God created the universe?” – wait, what?! That statement is deserving of a little more ceremony and celebration! God started with nothing and yet He made everything. Poof! Right out of thin air!

 

The very first sentence in the Bible; the first thing ever recorded for all of humankind to read and know for eternity, is that God can take nothing, and turn it into something.

 

“Then the LORD God formed man of dust from the ground,

and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life;

and man became a living being.”

– Genesis 2:7 (NASB)

 

God created human life, in all of its perfection and intricacy, and He created it from nothing. He didn’t have a manual. He created Adam using only Himself as the blueprint. Using nothing but the dust on the ground He had just created, God made Adam. He breathed His own breath into this mound of dirt and it became a living human being. If this were a movie, you’d turn it off here – it sounds ridiculous!

 

“So the LORD God caused a deep sleep to fall upon

the man, and he slept; then He took one of his ribs

and closed up the flesh at that place.”

– Genesis 2:21 (NASB)

 

God took from Adam that which He had just created from nothing. He took a rib. A rib that He had made from a speck of ground dust. Ground dust which He had just created from nothing. And from this rib, this tiny piece of bone, the LORD God created a woman. He created Eve, with all of her unique feminine differences, and He made her perfectly, from a piece of bone, made from dirt.

 

Our bodies, which are still medical mysteries, were created from absolutely nothing, and yet they are designed with such precision and perfection. Our hearts beat perfectly so that the blood can flow through our bodies. Blood! Where did that come from?! Our brains, which are still the most powerful and enigmatic computer known to man, are so amazingly complex that even the best brain surgeons in the world still don’t understand them completely. We still don’t know how to access and use our brains to their full potential, but God knew how to create them, all those years ago!

 

Can you imagine, tomorrow, someone creating the best computer or software in the world, that the universe has or will ever know, and creating it with no tools and no materials, other than some dust he just found right there on the floor? God did that!

 

If God can create everything that you see when you look around, and He can start with absolutely nothing, what can He do when He has something to start from? Imagine the possibilities! God can create a man from dust, and then create a woman from that man. He can look around an empty void and declare that there be light, and water, and earth. He can fill the planet with countless animals, each one unique.

 

If God can do this, with nothing to start with, imagine what He can do with a store room full of materials to choose from! Imagine what He could do with a room full of willing participants! Imagine what He could do with your body, your life, your brains!

 

If we can believe that God can do and has done these things, why then do we still struggle to accept that He can work in our lives? Why do we not believe that God can and does still perform miracles? Why do we not have faith in His power when we have seen the works He has made; we can see the beauty of the world He has created, right in front of our very eyes. When you stop and take a moment to notice and appreciate what it is that you’re actually seeing: that flower you just plucked from the meadow, with its petals so perfect; or that butterfly flitting around you with its impeccable symmetry; a labouring woman, her body dilating and contracting exactly where and when it needs to, in order to deliver a brand new human being into the world.

 

Everything you see has been designed to perfection. Everything you see started as nothing. Take a moment to notice and try to fathom just how great and powerful our God is.

 

“Ah Lord God! Behold, You have made the heavens and the earth

by Your great power and by Your outstretched arm!

Nothing is too difficult for You!”

-       Jeremiah 32:17 (NASB)

 

That same God that we call to in our need, our Father who loves us more than we could ever hope to imagine. If He can do all things and create all things, surely, He can deal with whatever our worries our problems are. Even though, to you, they might seem as big as the earth, God is bigger! He can handle it! What can our God not do?

 

Give your worries to the Lord and watch as He turns them into something amazing!

 

 - originally written in September 2012

 

 

 

Session 5 - Unanswered Prayer (The Prayer Course)

 The Prayer Course

Session 5: Unanswered Prayer

Key verse

“Your will be done” – Matthew 6:10

In this session we’ll be tackling the challenges and realities when our prayers aren’t answered.

 

Bible passages

Mark 14:32-36, Daniel 3, Romans 5:3-5

 

 

The Bible is honest about unanswered prayer – we are part of a faith that is all about wrestling.

God’s world, God’s war, God’s will.

God’s silence is not the same as his absence.

 

What did you find most helpful or most challenging in the video?

The suggestion that we expect God to come in on a white horse and save the day, or, using the analogy from the video, a helicopter ready to air lift us out, of our situation. This is not supported anywhere in scripture. In fact, looking at what God did in sending His Son to earth, more often He parachutes Himself right in to our situation instead.

Practical suggestions such as to ask “where”, rather than “why” give me a plan and a starting point, and I’m grateful for this kind of teaching. To ask God, “Where are you in this situation?” and to allow Him to draw nearer to me rather than accusing Him by asking why He’s not acting in the way I want, when I want Him to.

There were three suggested reasons as to why a prayer might be left unanswered: God’s World, God’s War, and God’s Will.

God’s World – Some prayers aren’t answered because of the way God made the world to work; laws of nature etc. God cannot break His own laws and statutes. They gave the analogy of a brick. I can pray as hard as I want but God will never make a brick float on water. It simply won’t happen because that’s not how it was designed.

God’s War – There is an enemy. Satan is actively opposing the will of God. More on this in Session 8.

God’s Will – Sometimes God just says no. God knows best. Choose to trust even though you don’t understand.

  

How has the reality of unanswered prayer affected your relationship with God?

Have you ever felt God’s silence/absence in seasons of your life and faith? How did you respond?

Pete shared about his friend’s death and how he questioned why God didn’t heal him, asking, “God, where were you?” I shared a few sessions ago that I had a similar struggle when my prayers went unanswered, both for Paula and for baby Blake. My faith in God never wavered but I did question His presence and desire to help us, as well as my own prayer “ability”.

It was interesting to note that our entire faith is centred on struggling. Jacob’s name was changed after he wrestled with God. “Israel” literally means “to strive, or to struggle”. To question is not to unbelieve. Even in our questioning, we still believe in God and, in reality, the very fact that we are questioning Him and wondering why He hasn’t answered shows that we do believe in Him and that we do have faith in His ability.

I found the notion that Jesus is living with unanswered prayer to be refreshing -it’s the first time I had ever considered this. In John 17:20-21, Jesus prays His final prayer before He is apprehended and crucified, and He sees fit to end His final prayer on earth in intercession for us, all of His followers for all time, that we would be in unity as one, "I do not ask on behalf of these alone, but for those also who believe in Me through their word; that they may all be one; even as You, Father, are in Me and I in You, that they also may be in Us, so that the world may believe that You sent Me.” Look around you, you’ll see hundreds of different denominations all claiming to follow the same Jesus, and unfortunately, there is no unison to be found.

Jesus’ prayer isn’t even outside of God’s will – in Psalm 133:1, it states, “Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brothers to dwell together in unity!” (If you’ve seen The Chosen series and you’re anything like me, you’ll have that little earworm in your head for weeks now, I’m sorry!) so there is no logical reason that it remains unanswered. Jesus knows in great detail what it is like to live with unanswered prayer.

The reminder that God’s silence doesn’t mean God’s absence was such an epiphany to me. I’ve read it and heard it more times than I can count, but there was something about hearing it in this context that just really drove it home for me. God will never leave us, nor forsake us. It tells us so explicitly in Hebrews 13:5. Even when He feels a million miles away, when He seems so far detached that we can never reach Him – Jesus bridges that gap. He is always present but, in these seasons, He may withdraw His presence and immerse us in a spiritual darkness, that we might grow into maturity and grow in faith.

  

How do you think we can get better, as communities, at dealing with the realities and challenges of unanswered prayer?

For me, I had a real challenge within myself, where I looked around at other people and concluded that I must not be as good, or as spiritual, or as worthy as them, because God wasn’t answering my prayer. The truth though, is that He might not have been answering theirs either. Nobody likes to share things that haven’t gone very well, but they’ll jump up and give a glorious testimony as soon as they do.

I believe that it is time we stopped putting on a show. Social media plays a huge role in the way we communicate, as well as the content of what we communicate and to whom. I see perfect snapshots of other people’s families and lives, with a sparkling home and not a hair out of place, and then I look at my own photo albums and it’s easy to feel like a lesser mother when my house is a mess and my kids have their dinner down their shirts. I’m not suggesting that all of those perfect snapshots are staged, but my snapshots are raw, and real, and absolutely brutally honest, and I love them just as they are. I’d much rather see truthful depictions of life which help me to feel more normal and encourage others to feel normal too.

That vulnerability is something which Jesus models Himself. Read in Mark 14:32-36 when Jesus is in the garden at Gethsemane. Notice how vulnerable He is with His friends. In verse 34, He says, “My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death”. Other versions use the phrases, “crushed with grief”, “consumed with sorrow”, “exceedingly sorrowful”, and “deeply grieved”. In direct opposition to what I would do, He pours out His heart and asks His friends for support in His hour of need. Yet even when He shared His anguish with His friends, He pursued the Father more.

In what I would consider to be one of the most important verses in the whole of the Bible, Jesus Christ throws Himself to the ground in complete submission and cries heart-wrenching sobs, “Abba! Father! All things are possible for You; remove this cup from Me; yet not what I will, but what You will." (verse 36). He anchored himself in God’s love by calling out for His Abba, His father. He first affirms God’s love and then His power, “you can do anything”. This radical honesty and vulnerability in asking God to take the cup, followed immediately by the knowledge that the Father’s will is the only thing that truly matters, in the phrase that I try to adopt in all of my prayers: “not my will, Lord, but Yours be done!”

This prayer of relinquishment is vital to many stories and events in the Bible. The biggest example coming to mind is in Mary’s obedience to the Lord. It doesn’t come easily to us, but trusting God and being open to His will allows Him to grace us with the strength we need so that we can choose to die to our own desires and say “yes” to His.

  

How can we encourage one another in “faithfulness” as well as “faith”?

Pete tells us that faith is god’s gift to us, and our faithfulness is our gift back to Him. Faithfulness is learning to trust God and declaring that we trust that He will do the thing we have asked Him to, but even if He doesn’t, we are still going to follow Him anyway. When our prayers don’t seem to working but we’re still true to God – that’s faithfulness.

Romans 5:3-5 reminds us that our tribulations bring about perseverance, which in turn brings character, which then brings about hope. As Pete says, “even when we don’t understand, we can still trust.”

I’m keen to break the stigma relating to mental health issues, and try to encourage everyone to share their bad as well as their good days. I model this myself by sharing my own struggles on my Facebook page, publicly for the world to see. Unfortunately, as much as there has been a shift in the way these issues are recognised, it is still very much a taboo subject. It is time that we stopped the charade and told the truth. Sometimes I’m not okay, and that’s okay.  It’s our responsibility, our duty as Christians, to support those around us who are struggling.

We must not tell a struggling brother or sister, directly or indirectly, that when things don’t go their way, they must not have enough faith, or that they must have some kind of sin or spirit or bondage within them. Our job is to support and love them even as Christ loves us, warts and all. Offer to pray with and for them. Help to carry their burden. Invite them to spill their hurting hearts and overactive minds over a coffee. Just be there for them and support them in whatever they need. Be the tangible force of love in a world where there is none.

Christ Able: Our journey from home school to school school

Did I ever share the story of how our eldest came to be at school?

I had been planning to home educate for years before Noah was ever born, for lots of reasons but mostly because I was worried about "worldly corruption" and navigating the Halloween season. As an Early Years Teacher myself, I had also experienced too many subpar settings and was worried that none of the schools in our catchment area were good enough.

I came up against a bit of resistance from our wider family and friends and so I often prayed for God to show me His will in this situation.

Suddenly, the day after Riki had a GP appointment to discuss a vasectomy, we found that we were pregnant with Bondling #3 and needed a bigger house. I prayed my socks off, enlisting Noah to partner in prayer with me for the perfect house. I made a sort-of deal that if the Lord would give us a forever home in the catchment area for the best school possible, I would take that as a sign that it was God's will for him to go to school, and as much as it would hurt my pride, I would support it fully.

We heard news of an estate being built in a good location. We didn't dare hope for it but we included it in our prayers as a possibility, only if it was God's will. As the weeks turned into months, my belly grew and so did the houses on the new estate. Arla Beth was born in January but we still hadn't found a new home.

We put in a bid for a house on the same street as my parents, it was between two "okay" schools and was a nice enough house, but we didn't get it. I carried on praying and outwardly put on a brave face, saying, "our perfect home is out there and we'll find it when it's the right time". Inwardly I was worried that we would be stuck in the two bedroomed cave that we hated.

In March we were in a small car accident and I felt so alienated from our family. Truthfully there was only a 5 minute car journey to my parents' house in the next town but I had developed a crippling post-partum anxiety and desperately needed to be closer. We were on the way to the hospital to be checked over the next day and we had a phonecall.

They were offering us one of the new houses. The street was called Christabel, and was directly next door to - literally shared a footpath with - a primary school which was not only the best in the area but also one of the best in the county. It was an accessible home with wide doors and hallways and a starlift port. Even when my joints succumb to the diseases laying in wait, I would be able to stay here. This could be our forever home.

It was available for us to move in at Easter and we were the first in! I was still reluctant but I made the phonecalls and followed through on my promise to enrol Noah into the nursery. On his first day we were walking to nursery and even though it wasn't raining, there was a complete rainbow in the sky just over the road. We entered his classroom and were welcomed by his teacher, Mrs Peace (I could not make this up if I tried!) When I got home I really had to stop myself calling to check on him. Instead, I looked out of his bedroom window toward his classroom to make sure he wasn't by the door waiting for me (he wasn't), and noticed that the rainbow I had seen was a double rainbow right over the school. I felt so at peace and for the first time I actually trusted that this was right. I don't understand why, but it's not my place to know why. Only to be obedient and trust.

Noah has absolutely thrived and even though I try to provide a rich learning environment for my children at home, I could never have provided the experiences and opportunities he's had at school. I'm so grateful for the teachers and support staff, especially during this time when life has been so difficult for everyone. His time at nursery was cut short in March and it was a long six months. I would be lying if I said I didn't falter in my faith for this particular situation, but a couple of weeks ago he started full time school and it's as if he was never away. We stopped by to say hello to his nursery teachers and they were overcome with emotion at seeing their tiny and shy children suddenly so grown up. My heart broke for them as they never had that chance to say goodbye; they didn't get their closure. Seeing the tears from his teachers strangely made my heart flutter. They loved my son and they missed him, they accepted him and they were proud of him. I can't describe how grateful I am for that.

Today I received a message from Noah's new class teacher who remembered, on her weekend, that I had mentioned that we don't celebrate Halloween. She wanted to make sure that any activities she would be planning would be suitable and not offend our beliefs. She not only understands our concerns but shares them and will uphold them in her classroom. She also happens to be the deputy headteacher and the Early Years lead. This, again, is yet another confirmation that I was absolutely right to trust in God and follow through on my promise to send Noah to this particular school. 

Not only that, but thanks to the experience of such a wonderful school, I've refound my passion for my calling (yes, you read that right; I'm finally accepting that this is my calling). I had worried that I was simply too passionate about my vocation and that after being so disheartened by the negative experiences I'd faced, I would never be able to work in my field. I'd convinced myself that there were too many setbacks and so it must not be God's will for me. In truth I was probably a little scared. I finally feel excited and hopeful for my own future and my career, and that's something I never thought I'd be able to say!

Even when all hope seems lost, when the world seems to be running away from us and time goes too quickly. Even when we've tried everything in our own strength and we just can't. Christabel comes up. "Christ Able" comes up. Because when we can't, Christ can.

Session 4 - Intercession (The Prayer Course)

The Prayer Course

Session 4: Intercession

Key verse

“Your kingdom come” – Matthew 6:10

In this session, we’ll explore the power and importance of praying on behalf of others.

 Other key verses include: 2 Chronicles 7:13-14, Exodus 17:8-13, Genesis 18:22-33

 

Summary points

• When God’s people intercede, God intervenes.
• There is power in our free will.
• 4 steps of intercession: get informed, get inspired, get indignant, get in synch. 

What did you find most helpful or most challenging in the video?

I have always had a sort of “what’s the point” attitude to praying in petition or intercession. I mentioned in Session 1 that this came to a head in August 2017. I just couldn’t understand why I should bother praying for something if God had already ordained our lives and “written” our stories anyway.  In the video, they touched upon this and I was encouraged by the knowledge that our choices can make a difference – look at when Abraham interceded for Sodom because his nephew Lot was there (Genesis 18:16-33). God heard Abraham’s intercession and agreed to withhold His wrath. This shows us that we can make choices in prayer and partner with God. God is not a tyrant; He is a delegator. He wants us to partner with Him.

I was also greatly encouraged by the notion that intercession is for everyone; not just “Spiritual Heavyweights”. Hebrews 7:25 says, “Therefore He is able also to save forever those who draw near to God through Him, since He always lives to make intercession for them.” - If we are filled with God, we are filled with intercession. It is part of our identity and is an expectation for all of us, not just those who are right on the top of the pulpits or pedestals. Intercession shows that we care; it is a fruit of the Spirit.

I often felt, particularly in the previous church I attended, that I wasn’t “good enough”; that I wasn’t spiritual or mature enough and no matter how much I tried, my prayers would never quite make it as far as the prayers of those other people who were considered “prayer warriors” or “on fire for God”. The truth is that, although I may be seeking a simpler and more truth-based relationship with my Father, I have just as much access to Him as anyone else, because it is not awarded to me based on my ability to pray out loud, or how many bible verses I can recite, or how much I tithe. It is freely given to me by the completely, overwhelmingly, undeserved grace that He offers.

In the session notes, there was an “Up/In/Out” model for a prayer meeting:

Up -worship - We are told to bring our petitions before the Lord with thanksgiving (Philippians 4:6) and to enter His courts with praise (Psalm 100:4) To lift our eyes from our own problems and instead look toward the possibilities of God. To use worship as warfare and combine spoken intercession with sung worship as a way to release faith in ourselves and others.

In -listen to the Holy Spirit’s leading

Out – pray for issues within your community

I found this helpful as I often just head straight in with my prayer, probably in some part a fear of forgetting what I wanted to say, but when I think about it, it’s incredibly rude. We’ve all had those friends who don’t stop to ask how you are or even offer the courteous pleasantries before heading straight into a spiel about their own personal dramas. I don’t want to be that person with anyone but especially not with God!

 

How do you feel about intercessory prayer – do you find it’s something that comes naturally or is it more of a challenge?

No. I have to be honest and say that intercessory prayer does not come naturally to me. It’s not that I don’t care about other people; quite the opposite as I’ve always considered my over-active empathy levels to be a burden, but I just don’t know how to pray for other people. I’ll generally say “I’ll pray for you”, and I mean it, but after the initial need has been prayed for, I’m stumped.

 

 

“Our free wills are powerful; they can release or restrict the purposes of God.”

How does this affect the way that we come to God in intercessory prayer?

I never want to do anything to restrict the purposes of God and, frankly, this statement worried me. I don’t think for a moment that I am important enough that I can restrict God – nobody is – but I suppose that if I am stubborn or hardened to something that God has willed for my life and I actively pray against it, God will not over-rule my free will. I often wonder, if Mary had refused to carry the Messiah, would He have chosen someone else or would history look very different now as a result of the promised Saviour never having been born?

In the same way, I often wonder if there is a need or a job that I have been called to, and if I never do it, what will happen? For many years I’ve been plagued with a desperate longing to know God’s calling on my life and, try as I might, I’ve never had a clear or distinct sign. I worry that I’m not walking in God’s will and that the longer I go, the farther away I’ll get, and then what will become of my role in the Kingdom, and the world, if I never fulfil the part that I alone was born to play?

There is such power in our obedience and in our intercession. The bended knee is possibly the most powerful position there is for a Christian.

I try to make a conscious effort to always pray, “Lord, if it is Your will” but of course, this is a difficult reality to accept at times, and often we can’t see it clearly in the moment. It’s not until a long time after the fact that we can see God’s hand over our situation, and many times it’s too late to do anything about it.

I found the “IF, WHEN, THEN” discussion interesting in the video: 2 Chronicles 7:13-14 says, “If I shut up the heavens so that there is no rain, or if I command the locust to devour the land, or if I send pestilence among My people, and My people who are called by My name humble themselves and pray and seek My face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, will forgive their sin and will heal their land.”

IF we make prayer our first priority and don’t immediately try other things first, then WHEN things go wrong, because they inevitably do at some point or another, THEN God will hear our prayers and our cries and heal our land. Our land is in such desperate need of healing right now, and if we would all humble ourselves and take the knee before the Lord, only then will He reach out and help us. He’s not a dictator; He won’t force help on us. We have to ask for it. When God’s people intercede, God will intervene.

  

Have you ever had a feeling that you needed to pray for something or someone? What happened?

Several times, and I’m ashamed to say that I don’t always follow through, especially if it involves me going out of my comfort zone and laying hands or speaking directly to someone – I’m very much a private pray-er and I struggle to pray out loud or in a group setting. In church prayer meetings I freeze up if there seems to be an expectation for us to take our turn at praying out loud. I don’t know if I’m overwhelmed or intimidated by the more “spiritual” people who know all the fancy words and can pray long and loud prayers without even thinking, or maybe I still see myself as that young child sitting beside her mum, being offered a colouring book because “this is grown up stuff” and out of my league.

I used to attend the early morning Saturday prayer meeting at my church. 7am every Saturday. I enjoyed it because it was different than the Tuesday evening prayer meeting. There were only four or five of us and it was a very relaxed, almost meditative meeting where we were encouraged to spend time in quiet contemplation as much as spoken prayer.

We also had prayer and fasting weeks where the church would be open throughout the day for us to pop in and out and pray. Often there were “stations” set up around the sanctuary with prayer points for specific areas of need, within the church and community, and also further afield. I enjoyed these kinds of prayer events the most because I could go in, whenever I wanted to, and just go around the different zones in my own time and order, and just spend time seeking the Lord in each of the situations. It helped me to have those “headings” and suggested topics but still having the freedom to pray in my own way. I have several prayer journals from these kinds of days and, looking back on them, I find that I’m actually much more competent at praying than I give myself credit for – especially when I write them out.

I have always believed – and I still do – that prayer is such a personal thing. It’s my private conversation with my Father; the moments where I allow my mask to slip for a moment and I open myself up in complete vulnerability, crying out to my “Abba”. I never had a dad so I can’t say with any kind of authority, but I’d imagine that most girls talking with their dad would prefer not to broadcast their quiet, intimate conversations. That said, I do completely understand the need for and power in corporate and collective prayer and have been part of some larger scale prayer meetings which were very powerful.

 

“Prayer isn’t about trying to get God to say amen to what I want; prayer is about me saying amen to God’s will for my life”

 What would it look like for you to pray this week with this perspective?

It’s important for us to fully grasp the gravity of what we are doing when we pray. So often have I corrected myself from praying too formally, that I fear I may have overcorrected and gone slightly too far the other way. We must constantly remind ourselves of the greatness of our Almighty Father, and this can be done easily by the act of beginning our prayers with a time of worship and adoration, as discussed in previous sessions. In professing His indescribable greatness, His might, His majesty, His mercy, His all-consuming love, and all the wonderful virtues that He alone possesses, we come to His throne in complete awe, and honour Him with our minds as well as our spirits. Only then can we fully grasp the enormous privilege that we have been granted in being able to approach the King of the Universe directly and offer up our prayers of petition and intercession. At this point, when we are fully aware of just how awesome our God is, we can do nothing else but submit to His will. We would be foolish to think that our own worldly desires could stand a chance next to His! Here we are in the perfect place to wholly submit, prostrate at His feet, and say with absolute fervency, “Your will be done!” And that’s the place where God will pick us up and work with us.

When we pray “Let Your will be done” we are interceding. We are opening ourselves up as obedient servants and willing participants. We aren’t saying that we will do anything in our own strength, or that our desires are more important, we are simply providing a landing pad for God’s will to be done in our lives or situations.

This week my grandad has gone into a care home full-time. This man has been my rock. The only father I ever knew for the whole of my childhood and adolescence. His health has declined drastically and my family are heartbroken but I have found a peace in praying, “Lord, let Your will be done” and a comfort in trusting that He knows best. ““For I know the plans that I have for you”, declares the Lord, “plans for welfare and not for calamity to give you a future and a hope.”” (Jeremiah 29:11)

There is a strength that comes from those words, “Your will be done”, that I never truly appreciated until recently.