There’s a beauty in desperation, being in a place where, if God doesn’t show up, you’re sunk. Living here, I have known that desperation in my own life and in the lives of countless others.
The women I’m spending time with (in the women’s program) know desperation. And in turn, they know dependency. As followers of Jesus, we talk about dependency. But these women know dependency. For a lot of them, there’s no back up plan. There’s no plan B. There’s nothing else and no one else to rely on. It’s God or nothing.
Their faith is strong because it has to be. But it gets even stronger because of their testimonies of God’s faithfulness. When they needed Him to come through, He did. Every single time.
And their level of dependency and faith has shaped the way they pray. They don’t offer up requests, hoping God will come through. No. They know He will.
These women have taught me how to pray.
They pray prayers that look like declaring change and healing over their situation and the sick in their lives. They speak scripture over their situation and claim their authority in Christ, speaking to dead things or things that not yet are and telling them to come alive or to be. They believe they have received what they ask for. They ask God to do the impossible, and legitimately believe that He will do it and even above and beyond what they ask or think
These women have taught me how to pray and are challenging my faith, and I am forever grateful.
