Thursday, December 29, 2016
My Prayer Closet
This place used to be a place of defeat.
For whatever reason Satan would wreak havoc as soon as I'd step foot in the shower. Maybe because my mind didn't have to think much while I was getting clean, so why NOT bombard me with lies in an attempt to sabotage my day.
The lies that would swirl around in my head, the previous conversations that would play over and over until untruths became absolutes, and past hurts that would become present hurts all over again...
I remember, on numerous occasions, flying through my shower routine in order to get out of there as quickly as I could, to stop the voices that were echoing so loudly within those enclosed walls. I would feel absolutely exhausted and sometimes near panic by the time I stepped back out onto the tiles of the cold bathroom floor.
Sunday mornings were the worst. Waking up so early to get to band run-through meant that my brain, during my morning showers, was still waking up and foggy. Truth seemed to still be sleeping while the lies poured on thick, making it nearly impossible to prepare spiritually for the job ahead.
But somewhere over the years this very scary place has transformed into a place of solitude. And it's certainly not because I don't have kids in and out using the bathroom or brushing their teeth or asking to get a snack (this Colony NEVER ceases to be hungry!).
But now, when I step into the shower other people come to mind.
Those with struggling marriages, the one searching and searching for a job, the relational conflict of another, the ones fighting for contentment. My squad girls whose lives run deep through my veins, my parents, in-laws and siblings, my own husband and kids. Those people who I utter those precious words, "I'll be praying for you".
I may not have a ton of quiet in my life, but this space and the mundane activities that happen within (although I have been known to accidentally wash my hair with face wash a time or two), allow for some very sweet time where I don't have to do anything but fight for others God has placed in my life with the very real weapon of prayer.
Now when Satan thinks he can play with my mind when I jump in the shower I simply ask God to bring to mind those that I need to be praying for.
Your prayer closet doesn't have to be an elaborate haven. I have friends who have told me they have been praying for me while mowing their grass (Which can take HOURS for some people. Just ask my dad, ha!). We have another family friend who traces alphabet letters with his GPS while jogging, praying for people whose names begin with that letter. Another one of my friends uses the time at her kitchen sink to call out to the One who promises to hear his children. Maybe it's the drivers seat in your car, or your teacher's desk between classes.
God doesn't care WHERE we pray, so get creative and find a place to do battle, even if the only place you can think of is in the shower.