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Bathe it in Prayer

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Colossians 4:2 – “Continue steadfastly in prayer, being watchful in it with thanksgiving.”

The moonlight shimmered on the lake, and the silence around Inspiration Point felt sacred. The summer had been busy, filled with the laughter of campers and the rhythm of camp activities. Yet, tonight was different. Sitting on the wooden bench, I stared at the stars, wrestling with a quiet stirring in my heart.

For weeks, something had been pulling me to this moment. After a long prayer, the realization came like a soft whisper: it was time to transfer schools.

Now let me tell you, I did not jump up and shout hallelujah. I sat there stunned. That school held everything familiar—my friends, my rhythm, my memories. But I knew in my bones that God was speaking to me.

Little did I know, the decision had been bathed in prayer for two years by my mother who quietly interceded for me. God had orchestrated this moment perfectly, weaving together years of prayer and a night of surrender under the stars.

Now, that clarity did not make the road easy. Saying goodbye stung, but it was the voice of the Lord. He meant business and I was resolute. I knew I had not been living for the Lord, and this was from His sweet throne of grace. That peace never left me.

Looking back, the change led to growth beyond anything I could have ever imagined. I went from being the party girl to praise and worship leader and missionary.

So here is what I have learned, and I mean this from the bottom of my heart: when it is time to leap, leap big. But first, bathe your decision in prayer. Soak it, steep it, let it sit with God long enough that your heart knows what your head might not.

The peace that follows? That is your green light, and when it comes, do not just tiptoe forward. Run. Trust the One who goes before you.

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Discover Strength Through Prayer

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“Continue steadfastly in prayer, being watchful in it with thanksgiving.”

Colossians 4:2

There was a quiet spot in the kitchen, just by the little fireplace. That was Mom’s place.

Every morning, before the day had a chance to pull her in every direction, she would sit there with her hands wrapped around a cup of coffee, her Bible in her lap. I can still see her, head bowed, whispering prayers that felt strong enough to hold up the walls of our home.

She never rushed and never let the weight of the day steal that time away. No matter what the day held—bills, doctor’s appointments, hard phone calls—she returned to that little corner like it was an anchor. And somehow, no matter what storm was brewing, she always found peace there.

I did not understand it then, not really.

But I do now.

I know what it is to wrestle with God in the quiet—whispering desperate prayers for a husband I had not yet met, for children I did not know if I would ever hold, for friendships that broke my heart, for parents I had to say goodbye to too soon.

And in every season, whether I was waiting or weeping, questioning or rejoicing, I found what she found.

There is a place in prayer that holds you steady when you don’t know what else to do. It is a place where the presence of God wraps around you like breath of fresh air. The answers do not always come right away. The pain does not vanish overnight. But in that space, you are not alone.

Maybe today, you need a place like that too. It does not have to be fancy. Just quiet enough to take a breath, to whisper Jesus’ name, and to lay it all at His feet. Because that is where real strength is found. And it has been waiting for you all along.

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