Something Good: He Prays

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The question this week is: What about your husband's prayer life is especially meaningful to you?

Before I answer, I better clear up any potential confusion that might be out there. By participating and reading the wonderful accounts I share here, know by no means has my husband or I mastered anything---but mistakes. To tell on myself, I leave cupboard doors open. I get grumpy when I'm hungry. I can hold a grudge if I choose to. Hubby? Right now he's using his insulated lunch bag to carry around golf balls while I throw his lunch in a grocery bag each day. He is disorganized (his own admission) but when I look around, I know I'm blessed. God gave me a praying man.

When we first met he was new in faith and in a denomination that rumored to swing on chandeliers. (Not true that I saw, by the way). He prayed about everything, and he was tested early. The week we starting dating his ex wife moved their children 800 miles away. I can tell you his prayers kept him sane and solid in faith.

Through the years he's offered up prayers when my work was upsetting, when our child was very ill and at death's door, and when we faced the future of moving 300 miles from everything we ever knew. I appreciate all of that.

Can I tell you a secret? There are times, especially early in marriage, when I would be in a dead sleep and he'd retire to bed. I would wake to hear him praying. He would be praising God and asking prayer over us. I would rather hear those prayers than receive fancy jewelry or some "thing". I can't put to words what his prayers mean.

I'm not saying he doesn't pray like that anymore, two kids later I'm so exhausted I most likely sleep through his sincere praise and intercession. I will also share through the years our spiritual personalities have switched a bit. Although I'm fairly quiet in public, in my own prayer closet I feel like a warring bride (because we all are by the way) and I'm not afraid to pray, even if the words aren't what others would expect (I'm not a thee and thou person, I'm honest and authentic with my best friend, Jesus). My hubby knows this, and there were times he was intimidated to pray with me, and I was tempted to take over. If that is something you can relate to, let him pray in his way. God will bless the order of service, so to speak. Again, my fondest memories are the ones where he spoke praise and protection over me in quiet words and terms.

His prayers continue to water my thirsty soul, I pray your spouse does the same for you!

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