06 October 2009

We've Got To Pray Just To Make It Today

On Sunday, we attended Oasis Church.

When I lived here last year, we regularly attended this church. The fact that we were the only three white faces in the church filled with Kenyans really made us stand out--duh. So, it was no surprise that we were called out to help during services. I was asked to sing a song almost every week and even "preached" twice...definitely an intimidating ask.

But the part that seemed the most uncomfortable--the most stretching--to me was the time at the end of the service when people would come up to the front for prayer. The Pastor asked if I would pray for the women.

My initial thoughts?
Umm...I don't know what to pray for. I have no idea how to communicate with most of these women, definitely not enough to ask them for prayer requests...not to mention the SUPER LOUD singing and Casio-playing behind me...even if I could talk with them, I probably couldn't hear them.

But as I've learned {and re-learned and re-learned} often the thing I am most afraid of is the exact thing that I must do...

So I wandered up to the front, put my hand on the shoulder of a "Mama" and began to pray aloud. {Again, it's is indescribably loud at this time, so no one could hear what I was saying.}

As I prayed, the words were there...

I began to pray over these women...children, mothers, grandmothers. For God's protection--emotionally and physically, provision--that there would always be enough, healing--emotionally, physically and relationally...

I remember, as the weeks passed, becoming less nervous and more excited for that time of prayer. Mostly because I knew I would feel God intercede and truly speak blessings and the necessary prayers over these women.

There was no way for me to know what they needed, but God knew...He always knows.

This weekend as we wandered back in to Oasis Church I sat in anticipation of prayer time. When the Pastor asked if I would please come and pray over the women, I jumped at the chance...no longer nervous or afraid.

As I prayed over them, I became a little weepy because I knew that God was giving me the words to pray...and as I realized some of the things I was saying {praying for the physical protection of a 6-year old girl} my heart broke at the reality of her life...

I like praying. I would say I pray a lot...but I think I often forget the weight of prayer...the power of prayer...I think I forget how much I believe that prayer works...

This has been rolling around in my head since Sunday morning...I think there's something to this...a lesson I'm supposed to be learning, but I haven't found it yet...I'll keep you posted.

2 comments:

Jaime said...

Dear Alice,

I really like reading your blog posts.

Mama Oasis said...

I love getting to pray with the women at Oasis church.....tears streaming down my fact the entire time. I am so proud of you....